Cholera Schmolera

Crabby this morning. Crabby Crabby. Wenchy. Bitchy. PO'd. Cranky. Full of piss and vinegar.

Methinks I shouldn't stay up so late reading historical fiction about cholera.

Thank you to Dad and Judy for coming over last night to visit! I had a blast just hanging out with you guys, and I know Zozo had fun, too.

I'm off to get some green tea. Maybe the free-radical-fighting antioxidants will kick my bad mood's ass. We can only hope. I'll try to write more later when I'm (hopefully) feeling more chipper. Meanwhile, the band of the day is CCR. Fortunate Son is a kick-ass song. Feel free to sing along.