That stupid train ride was stupid. But we stopped at a Hardee's in Hancock (five miles outside of Middle-of-Nowhere) and they have these cinnamon-and-raisin biscuits that are orgasmic. For fast-food breakfasts, that is. After a day with The Family I didn't want to see any of them again. Especially that brother of mine. It'll probably pass (in a few years.)

Today I drove over to Eileen's for the party. Both parts were very exciting. The party, mostly. Did many things. Had Starbursts thrown at me because I couldn't open them with my tongue. (Who can?) Mary (the friend who likes "sexually confused black men") showed me the chords to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" on the guitar. I think Kurt Cobain spun in his grave when I tried it. But before I said I wanted to learn the guitar and now I'm actually going to take it up when college comes. I had a good time. Said a few things I might regret in the morning. Played The Date Game. All in a day for the iffy guy with a memory that just won't quit. =)