Other than that, it's just another day of running rats. Spiffily enough, it's the LAST day for at least 2 weeks. Weeee. Of course, that means that the entire run room needs to be cleaned. Booooo. And that there are brains to slice. BOOOOO. Feh. Round and around. The never ending cycle of rat guts.
Lately, I've also been buying everything in sight when it comes to card and board games. I think that run of games at the meat whetted my appetite for playing games again. I'm just not sure if this thing with the chicago sissies will end up becoming something regular or just a one or two time only affair. What I really need to do is find a group of people who are interested in setting up a weekly game night and stick with it. It's just a pity that each time I find something of that sort, it collapses within a month. Too many people with too many commitments. Oh well.
Here's a joke I found in someone else's journal that I thought was kinda spiffy.
One saggy boob said to the other saggy boob:
"If we don't get some support soon, people will think we're nuts."