Oof.

I got to sleep sometime after 1 last night, and was rudely awakened shortly after 7 this morning by brother who is incapable of talking in anything less than a shout, and similarly incapable of walking without stomping. Mmm, tired.

Survey of my condition after yesterday's festivities indicates that I have blisters on the fourth toe of each foot (those toes are deformed on me, and blister easily); slightly sore feet and calf muscles; a stomach that appears to have settled after last night before bed when I very nearly vomited; slightly sore arms; and hands that are VERY stiff and rather sore and that I can't form into fists. All in all, I think I came out lucky. I spent a sizeable chunk of the day not only on my feet and walking, but pushing Becky in a wheelchair while I did so. Did I mention that Disneyland is REALLY, REALLY HILLY? It's insane. They put slopes everywhere. The downslopes are okay except when they're steep and I have to haul back on the wheelchair to keep it from flying off and going Bowling for People, and the upslopes are just murder in general. I didn't mind, tho.

( My Sunday in full )

braaaaaaaaains

Just because you give the ghouls, zombies and vampires party hats, noise makers, confetti and orange soda and call them the "Fundead" doesn't mean they won't try to eat you. Even the Fundead gotta eat. (Warren)

Also good:

It's too bad that the fame of French philosopher Descartes has overshadowed the work of his lesser-known colleagues, Goscartes and Kesmartes. (John Russell)

Yay! I'm getting crazier!

Inspired by ford, I have just re-taken this test.
( My results, along with a bloody huge gap that I can't seem to get rid of )