I'm posting from my sister's house here in Austin. I ate buckets of some of the best crawfish ever yesterday on a pretty sunny day. Today I'll be tooling around town and ending up at Mother Egan's for their St. Patrick's Day celebration.

Some mean yuppie lady gave me the finger yesterday driving up for some reason. I don't know why it bothers me, but it does. Even today. My subconscious is apparently very sensitive about things like that and keeps bringing right back up to the conscience when I try to forget about it.
Evil yuppie bitch!