I hate Pringles. You can never eat just a few of them, and by the time you realize just how many you've pounded down, half the can is gone. By then you feel so guilty for eating so many, you just finish the can so there's no evidence. Pure Evil.

Hope everyone has a great Fourth. We're going to some festival thing in Madison that I'm sure will be joyous. Anything in Madison makes my skin crawl, but I have a feeling this may be worse. We'll see.

I've actually been productive the last few days so I'm taking the day off.

Also, when I turn my head to the right, my neck hurts. I'm assuming this is bad.