I went to the bastion of evil corporateness, Walmart, the other day. I made the happy discovery that they have Orudis KT, the atom bomb of OTC NSAID pain relievers. I also bought underwear with the gayest man alive on the package and the epithet "minimum coverage for maximum freedom." I figure this makes me lose several heterosexuality points.
I want to go wander around somewhere or perhaps do all the touristy things in SF I haven't yet done, but my foot decided to get all painful and gouty. Thanks, ineffectual medication. Grrrrrrrr.
(This fluffy entry is sponsored by "not knowing what the hell is going on with my mood and life.")