There's not so much happening in Joolietown these days.
Work is work.
Eric's art show is coming together steadily. He's been drilling holes like a...a hole-drillin' driller (not to be confused with an a-hole-drillin' driller), filling the kitchen with Plexiglas dust, the smell of burning plastic, and a growing stack of handsomely framed pictures.
My birthday's Saturday, and while I'd love to plan some sort of elaborate festivities, I don't know if I'll have to work yet, so I'm keeping my expectations nice and low. Lunch with my sister and Eric, and hopefully drinks later. (Oh, man, you know what would have been a really cool birthday activity? Renting a ski boat and driving around the lake like an asshole, honking maniacally and making everyone waterski until their arms fell off, that's what. Well, maybe next year.)