Living in Carlsbad, working at Upper Deck, I drive up to Los Angeles every weekend to spend time with friends. Its like a little vacation I get to take every weekend.

I don’t know why, but I usually get sick on vacations. It’s just something that always happens. This time, I threw out my back and ate something that my stomach didn’t like.

I spent the majority of yesterday on my back with a heating pad. This, in combination with a jaunt to Fatburger, instigated a regular and reoccuring series of visits to the restroom. Not a pleasant thought, I grant you, but perhaps by sharing it, we’ll all be a little wiser and sadder.

This means I missed out on the OC Vampire LARP AGAIN which all but disqualifies me from going back. I’m so far behind the curve now there’s really no way of catching up, and I’m pretty much the only anarch in town. I’ll have to see.

With a thrown-out back and a very angry tummy, there was no way of making the drive to OC, but my buddy was also stranded at home (for reasons too elaborate to elaborate upon), so we all playtested his new Superhero game.

Roxxor’d my soxxors.

More later. I have to go and lay down now. My back is not happy with the seated position.