Bloody Hell Right

I splurged on a latte today. The barista was talking about Supertramp, and now Bloody Hell Right is in my head. How annoying.

And my pedometer is unreliable. Today, for example, I managed to walk a mile in 990 steps.

Hey, a parade

And an anti-Bush one at that. They're really mucking up traffic, but I can't disagree with most of their signage. I'm still iffy about the whole immigrant rights fiasco. I like immigrants. I just think they should be legal, and if they're not then they should probably face some kind of reprimand.

But, yeah, down with the current administration. I don't think Bush is really the one we should be focused so much on, though. Puppet.

I didn't need my eyeballs anyway

Ugh. My eyeballs feel pretty desiccated right now. It's not a very comfortable feeling. I wonder if this is my body's way of saying I should get some new eyeglasses and the lenses are scratched to heck. I like my old ones, but the script is outdated enough that I notice. And my spare pair are really, really Sally Jessy Raphael ugly.

I'm hungry.