I have some shit I want to overthrow.
Also, I had a dream about Morrissey, which was followed by a dream in which someone we suggest we walked to Lyle's house.
Also I was thinking...It'd be pretty funny to slip viagra into someone's drink at a bicycle race, when they'd be wearing one of those pairs of tight bicycle shorts.
Somehow that was gayer than my last entry...
And also, happy birthday to Clare!
And in case you don't read George's journal, you can read a really funny story about Saddam's people suggesting a duel with Dubya here.