Yesterday I walked past an "inner-city" basketball game. I thought, wow, this is something I've heard about and seen in movies and commercials, but never experienced myself. I should write about it in my journal. I was with Dave at the time, and that's exactly what he said I'd end up doing. I normally try to put stuff in here that hasn't been exposed to anyone who will end up reading it, but fuck it:
I thought: "urban" kids, playing basketball in a casual, yet "funky" fashion... something was amiss. After a moment's thought, I figured it out. THERE WAS NO MOUNTAIN DEW "CODE RED" SODA TO BE FOUND ANYWHERE IN SIGHT.

If you want to have a good laugh at my expense, visit my website's recent movies page, where I make some comment about "the first three-thirds" of Minority Report. Real slick. Yeah, the rest of the movie sucks, but the first three thirds are awesome.
So, it's, like, the height of summer, right? So what do I do? I get sick. And the doctor thinks it'll be three weeks before I'm well. Couldn't this lame-ass virus wait for some crummy season to attack me instead, like fall or winter? Ack, I say. Ack.

I'm sick (make your jokes here). Be back when I'm better.