Yesterday I napped. A lot. (Why must I have yet another fucking cold?) I also waxed the kitchen floor, and it looks pretty cool. I still have never cleaned the top of the fridge, and we’ve lived there for four years. (The way I figure, if something’s above my head and I can’t see it, it doesn’t really need to be cleaned.)

Brett went to town in the late morning and didn’t come back for hours; when he did, he had Bo and Joe in tow.

We went to the demolition derby to watch Jimbo run. (I missed it because I was off buying funnel cakes, but apparently Jimbo took the hardest hit of the event – a rear ender that was so hard his glasses actually flew off his face.) Jimbo’s little brother, who derbys every year and even went so far this year as to rebuild his engine, was DQ’d for hitting another’s driver side door.

Joe sat with me and finished off my funnel cake with me. I love Joe. His hair is doing marvelous things these days; it’s all unruly and slightly dreaded. He’s got great hair. (He’s playing next Saturday night at Backroads; y’all should be there as drunk and belligerent as you’re capable of being.)

I only watched a few of the demo heats. Once you’ve seen cars smash into each other on mud, you’ve seen cars smash into each other on mud. I ended up in the jeep reading sci-fi on my PPC before the night was through. I had a good time, though. I mean, FUNNEL CAKES, hello!