Chris and I both ended up sick today after some suspect chicken last night. This is the second time I’ve had something horrible and stomach-related this year, whereas I think before that I’d gone something like three years without throwing up. I do hope 2005 doesn’t turn into Year of Puking.

I worked from home today but had to bail on my plans for tonight, which sucks. Instead I sat around in my pajamas and speculated with Chris on the lyrics to various angry German industrial songs that we both like. A possible fragment from a Das Ich song: “We like the fluffy bunnies, we like to pet them good.”

As it turns out, it actually has something to do with grace bread for eternity. I like fluffy bunnies better.