I was supposed to go to a barbecue tonight, but I was hanging out with Greg and I ended up going out to dinner with his family. That wasn’t so bad, but you know how a cartoon character can eat a bomb and have his body expand due to the internal pressure? I felt like that. Not really sure why, and I’m also not sure why I’m not burping and why the gas production happened quite a ways “south” of my stomach. Anyway, I’m feeling better, but there’s a good chance that a hazmat team could be called in if someone gets near me tonight.

It also looks like a bazillion people are hitting my web server, but I haven’t quite figured out what pages they’re looking at. Time for more graphs.