In the words of the 500....

I wrote a poem on a dog biscuit
And your dog refused to look at it
So I got drunk and looked at the Empire State Building
It was no bigger than a nickel

And if it don't improve
Then I have to move
I never thought that I would end up here
Maybe I should just change my style
But I feel alright when you smile

I stayed at home on the Fourth of July
And I pulled the shades so I didn't have to see the sky
And I decided to have a Bed In
But I forgot to invite anybody

And when I fell asleep
The neighbors had a peep
I never thought that I would end up here
Maybe I should just change my style
But I feel alright when you smile

-Fouth of July, by Galaxie 500

The stomach is better. Think I got some butt stank from my bladders. Note to self- new bladders.

For the record it's Gin and TONIC for a reason. Gin and Seltzer- SUCKS! and Gin and Club Soda SUCKS HARDER! All I wanted was a Gin and Tonic to dull the pain of realizing that our Foreathers's created a great nation that over time has evolved into a place that turns my stomach for one reason or another on a semi hourly basis. Me, Wifey and the B-Man kickin' it like Teddie K. (sans letter bombs and anti-technology diatribes) in a cabin in the Rockies. THAT would be the shit. But alas no. Excelling in mediocrity will NOT get me that. Hey at least I'm kinda, sorta, having a little bit of fun now and then. HA.

*Editors Note: Wow, the gin must still be good even without proper mixes!

Later. I'm attempting to make Solo Lasagna (A Lasagna Built For One) since Wife and B are getting their 4th of July jig on at Papa O's.

Later on I'm gonna attempt to light a fart in the back yard to celebrate the 4th of July.

j