Winter is bad for me, obviously. I think I've spent the majority of this month being sick. Bleh.

Pancho Villa was a very upsetting movie, mostly because there are no good guys. I think it really shows that people will support and even die for someone who's a drunken womanizing murderer because he's nice to them, so he must be a good guy, right?

That sentence is grammatically incorrect, but y'all know what I mean.

Karate was a ton of fun last night. BJ, Naomi, and Isaac all got their belts. Oh yeah!

I'm playing a violin special Sunday. Nerves haven't started yet but I'm sure they'll set in pretty soon.

I'm off to tackle cleaning my closet, which I'm pretty sure qualifies as the worst disaster zone in the U.S. since Katrina.