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Last post was a bit drama queenly, and I apologize for that. I was fairly bummed last night. Whhhaaaaatever.

I'm amazed that it's not oppressively hot in my apartment today, but it's pretty damned beautiful outside. Waiting for my sister to get off work, so we can do some last minute Dad's Day shopping, and head on out to Elk Grove to see the big lug. And eat Chinese food! WOO. I was hoping for sushi, but this'll do.

I should be cleaning the apartment. Which is probably my most overused phrase in any of my blogs ever. That does speak volumes about me, though. I went to my friend's pad last night and was uber-impressed at how clean and tidy it was! But he's got a 3 bed duplex, and we've got a 1 bed apartment. Ahh well. We're clutter-fiends. It's probably mostly me, though. I need to take some of my clutter to work, and make my desk a second home, but I feel awkward going through the security checkpoint and having outlines of action figures come up in my purse on the xray screen.

My septum has begun to FUNK. It's to the point in healing where it reeks of rotten meat when I move it around, regardless of how often I clean it. It's sort of comforting, though. It can't be said enough-- everyone loves their own brand. I've seen folks compare smelliness of ear cheese (I am guilty of it as well). You get proud of how wretched your body smells can be. Or is that just one of those patently dude-things that I relate to for some reason?

BEER!