Directly across the river from where we'll be will be the God & Country festival, or as I like to call it the Inbred Lib'rul Haters' Annual Pigfucking & Pyrotechnics Gatherin'. Maybe some of them will be equally comnbustible.
Not in the best of moods today, kind of pissy as a matter of fact. Could you tell? 2,974 reasons for that, but I'm not going to get into them. I feel particularly vile and spiteful, but I'm going to save my venom. No sense in dispensing it mindlessly. So instead I shall watch fireworks this evening from 6 stories above ground, and imagine all of the different ways I could kill any of the spectators that might annoy me by breathing too close.
I need new icons. Will work on those when the insomnia kicks in.