My rash went away.
I went to Comfest.
My rash came back.
I went to some fireworks and Ryden almost got hit by a car (again).
I moved home.
I saw some bad movies (Year One, Bruno) and one all right one (Cheri).
I saw some Ultrasounds shows.
My doctor put me back on roids and my rash went away, but then I couldn't sleep.
Thad died.
We went to Thad's funeral.
We changed every detail about the Europe trip, practically, except that we're still going, which involved a lot of fighting.
We leave for Chicago tomorrow, and from there, Spain.
Bon voyage!