managed to salvage my precious weekend after feeling like complete crap-ola on Friday...
I decided to believe that the sore throat was all in my head, and went to the mountains anyway.
it didn't quite work, but at least I didn't feel any worse.

they made nil so ill take off her sunglasses at an airport security check... reminded me of when they made me drink from my own water bottle... they made ME nervous with that one.

So this is pretty fuckin' funny...
Jonathan Franzen, artist, purist, elitist.
and he ain't goin' on Oprah now.
nope.