Well, I suppose the band folks will be back today (barring any inexplicable warps in the time-space continuum or penguin air-raids[I Told You Not To Feed Them!!!]). I suppose I'll begrudgingly acknowledge their existence, (although I might pretend Carrie's not back for a few more days, just to maintain at least a semblance of tranquility). Anywho, I'm glad you guys are back (or will be, by the time you read this). Silence is alright for awhile, but eventually it gets rebellious and tries to get you to do things like go outside, clean house, or something else equally (and horribly) productive. For a supposedly mute idea, it sure does demand a lot!

On another note, tomorrow's the History rally. I don't really know the educational value of it, but someone's got to be JQ. So I'll go there, make my nervous, fumbling speech in my shoddy, impromptu costume, and then stand there awkwardly and wait for the blasted thing to end. How many times has that happened before? (And yes, that's a rhetorical question. You don't need to answer it). So that means I've been Baron Holbach, Thomas Jefferson, Napoleon, Blaise Pascal(sorta), the Artist Never Known as Prince, and now John Quincy Adams. There are probably others, but only so many ghosts can haunt me at once.

Well, that about wraps it up for today (other than a haircut and me getting examined/whatever you call it for contacts). Until next time...