(no subject)

I am running a fever, terribly dizzy, full of pain. No holiday fun for me.

fireworks

There's at least three independent fireworks extravaganzas visible from my house. It sounds like fucking Beruit, or Beghdad, or Bosnia circa the mid 90's or some other place beginning with a B and gunfire... I can't believe with the drought everyone is still so nuts. I soaked the yard earlier, so hopefully stray explosions won't burn us down.

Mike visited Sherry's party and brought me home lots of delicious food. Including the most excellent piece of candied bacon - oh god, candied bacon. Nom. He also visited the neighbors who were having a party across the street. Neighborhood gossip reveals the house at the corner is Section 8, and they pay something like three hundred dollars a month for it. At the risk of sounding completely prejudiced, I think this explains the visits by the police and such charming anecdotes about visiting their parole officers and explaining their drug test results. (Okay seriously, if you don't want me to be mean about that, then don't talk about it LOUDLY in the front yard. Dude.)

My fever seems reduced, and I hurt somewhat less. Still feel like meh, swollen zombie right now.