Empty. My stomach is empty. I just want to use my kitchen again.

Vuvuzelsa are the scourge of humanity.

My fan is the only thing keeping it cool up here.

At the very least, I should see some of the locals set off fireworks.

I am glad this whole roommate situation is almost done with.

Well, I think I'll do this 4th of July weekend what I did last year: Read & Watch Southland Tales. I'm sad nobody else has seen this movie.

Good morning. And by "morning" I mean 1pm. I am proud. Don't judge me.

Aparently my fashion sense is below zero, but going to a club was a nice change of pace for a Friday night.

where the hell did my smarttrip card go? oh well, worry about that later.

Hrm, what would Richard Feynman do? I think I have my answer...