I'm not sure that I really like writing about myself. I know that I've done it for years, but it's just something you do to pass the time, like stopping in the diner for a cup of coffee with the nighthawks. Well, pour me another, I guess.

IT'S PROM DAY! I'm very excited, and it should be a great time. Quite a full day, mind you. It's totally beyond me that the school would spring for the field museum judging by the disrepair of our parking lot. Anyway, pictures'll be up eventually. Not much more to say as it hasn't happened yet.

My 'Travis Touchdown' costume is coming along very nicely, and will be done well before the usual last night crunch. I'm still working on the wig, and have decided that I might have to take a pair of scissors to it in order to get the faux-hawk to look a reasonable size, and get the spikes to come off of the sideburns. (Just google it, man!) My father's been helping me with the beam katana, and it really looks dynamite.

Speaking of, it was my father's and sister's birthdays this week. Happy birthday to them!

Finally, some sad news, bad news, the type of news that gives you acne, but I don't think it's my matter to divulge. But you have all the luck I can give, friend. It will no doubt work out for the best.