I'm sick, and I still have to be like a real little boy or something. I went to the Tech Update and it was a lot of fun and we learned a good amount of stuff, and we won a copy of Quicktime VT Authoring Studio, and there were free CDs full of Appley goodness. But my stomach kept hurting and when I got home, around four thirty, there was only so long before I went out like a light. I slept until after 10:30 at night, and could sleep again now, except I refuse to lose my entire day.

Colonel Sanders looks a lot better with a lightsabre than he did as a frightening animated parody of a real man who's now dead. Neither of those makes the chicken taste any better or worse, though. The dog makes Taco Bell worse though, and that scares the pus out of us.

I'm in the mood for Taco Bell, which sucks for more than one reason. For one thing, it sucks because there's no Taco Bell within two hours of me. For another, Taco Bell is horrible. For a third, even if I could have it, right now milk hurts my stomach, much less acidic Mexican food.

The truly sad thing is, I don't really want Taco Bell. I want Taco Time. Specifically, the Taco Time large crispy burritos, which are like extra crisp, bad for you taquitos. But as far as I know, that only exists in Seattle. It's a craving.

If I were very wealthy, I'd be on a plane right now. Hang on, let me see what's leaving in the next twelve hours....

Seven in the morning. For sixteen hundred bucks, I could have crispy burritos by three pm tomorrow, which in Seattle would be just about noon, which would be perfect timing for bad Mexican food. But the air trip wouldn't be good for my cold.