I am stuffed to the gills with snot-producing allergies. I'm guessing it's fall pollen since the trees are starting their turn, but knowing what it is doesn't exactly help. I need to run to the drugstore and pick up some Claritin-D.

Carpentry today, in a very big way. I probably need a new saw blade as well.

How White and Nerdy Are You?

Eight fucking hours. Eight hours, and all I have to show for it is a twenty-two foot highly engineered header beam. I was hoping to have the other two done and have a decent start on the notched joists so I could actually start framing the roof tomorrow. As it is, I probably won't get to the actual framing until this weekend, and it's supposed to rain Saturday.

Crap.

So much I want to say, at least I think so. I can't seem to get it into any kind of coherent thoughts, much less write down words. I feel like getting really drunk and going to watch Jackass Two, fondling random women in bars, and watching stock car races on community access television. Or maybe not. Actually I feel like hiding. I'm gonna brush the stoopikitty and lay in bed.