there's no place like home

I'm sick with Ming's cold and my nose has been running like a fountain.  He just left to serve the hungry.  He's well again.

It's really hot here, back in Vegas.

I feel sad about a few things.  Our friend was rear ended while riding his scooter.  He flew through the air.  He was taken to the hospital.  He had nothing broken but lots of abrasions and soreness.  It was a hit and run.  I feel like people are low life pieces of shit.

I'll try to rest a lot and drink lots of water.  Go through the mail.  Clean up.