I wonder if the dance clubs already have a system in place where you can use your cell phone to text/sms your song requests to them without having to wait in line at the booth where DJ Stashu Stash is busy pumping wattage into your cottage. It would be even cooler if you would get a text back with an ETA so you know to use the toilet or check your hubcaps. Anyways, this weekend was not much of one. I had to work Saturday and started to get violently ill by late Saturday night. I was practically in traction all day Sunday with it coming out both ends. I’m blaming it on either bad Mexican food Friday night or some pork fat that I ingested early Saturday evening. Luckily the females of the house didn’t catch what took me down. Today, I am at 90% which isn’t bad since I try to maintain a 95% uptime for myself.