I did make it to work today, and it was busier 'n hell. I still feel pretty crummy, though. Happily, more than a few of my co-workers have come down with similar maladies. Serves them right for thinking that I was slackin'... Well, they probably didn't really think that, I don't think... I just said that to have something to say. Anyway, I do believe that I have a fractured rib, or a least some major costal cartilage damage. The pain has lessened somewhat, and I can produce pain by pushing anywhere on the rib, not just where it hurts. Enough about my pain, how about them fucking airplanes? Right now they're saying that it was an accident, but we're pretty damned suspicious any more, aren't we? They would have to say that it was even if they knew for sure that it wasn't... they are trying to bail the airline industry out, aren't they? Trains, however... put yer money in trains, young man, that's where it gonna be! Trains are not very impressive when they crash, and they don't crash very often. Plus they're really fun to ride on, I've found. I like not having the feeling that you might die any minute. Y'know, it's OK every little once in a while, like during sex, but as a regular thing, I think not. Yet another beautiful day here in mid-america. The winter is held in abeyance by some mysterious force and when that force gets tired and wanders off to do something else mysterious the gales will be upon us so fast that our heads'll be spinning and our teeth will be chattering and I'll wonder where the hell I put my gloves last spring. But wait, I never found them last year at all, did I? I'm gonna get a full eight hours of sleep tonight... I got six last night, that was OK, but eight is gonna be wonderful tonight!