I've had enough coffee this morning that my tongue has turned brown. That can't be good.
Today is Bastille Day. But will they let me celebrate it the way it ought to be--with prison breaks and decapitations? No. No, they will not. And that's cultural oppression, that is. Damn the man!
There's a t-shirt (or Livejournal icon) I really want to make, but it would require a working knowledge of ancient Greek, which I do not possess. (What I want is to have a picture of Hermes, with Greek text translating to "I am weary of these Oedipal snakes on this Oedipal staff." And then see how many people got it. Because who doesn't like a good caduceus joke?)