I have a splinter in my foot. It's a tiny pissant splinter, but it hurts like a bastard.

(That seriously just took me half an hour to figure out how to make circles, lines, and resize text in GIMP. You'd think open source would make software more intuitive.)

At first I thought it was glass because it was bloody and I couldn't see it. Then I soaked it and Katie said she didn't think anything was in there. So the next morning I wake up and I''m getting shooting pains from my foot when I stand up. I go to the bathroom and see that it's a tiny splinter. I went after it with some tweezers, but the damn thing broke when I finally got ahold of it and I only managed to get the half that was closest to the surface. It doesn't hurt every time my foot hits the ground now, but when it hits just right... it hurts... and it hurts deep. (p. s. michael, thoses ellipses are for you.) I can't get to the rest of it and Katie couldn't find a sewing needle to dig it out with. Maybe tonight we'll get drunk and find a needle, that way it won't hurt so badly.

The beerfest was surprisingly fun. I was pouring the Saint Louis Lambic Frambozen. It's a weird belgian raspberry beer that is way too sweet and not alcoholic enough. A group of middle aged southern women showed up around 12:30 and started pounding them. I kept them until 6:45 at which point they were hammered and tipping me with beer tickets. It turnedserving into a pretty good party despite the 4oz glasses of beer.