I feel ucky

Nothing more needs to be said about that.

I hope to hell I can get sufficient cardboard in time for my friend Rusty's movie shoot next week. He needs enough to cover an area 15' x 7', and to have it look like a wooden wall that you'd find inside an old-time ship's cabin. It was my idea to go the cardboard route, and I'm having a hell of a time finding an appliance store that will save shipping crates for me. It's stressing me out. I have to think of a backup plan. Cherie had a bit more luck calling around than I did; I just hope that place isn't pulling her leg like one of the other places did with me.

I need new strings for my guitars. Better yet, I could use a new guitar. And a new amp, one with tubes. I need to refill my prescription for Pexeva. I want to go to McDonalds and buy a half dozen regular hamburgers, and then eat them.