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Fred Phelps is one sick bastard.

And he's coming to Harrisburg.

And he's picketing a church for gays and lesbians.

And so there's going to be a protest against his picketing, involving singing, speakers, a documentary, and food (joy). And I am very much going, if I can get Mum to drive me.

"And Poor Old Archie's No More..."

Well, besides Fred Phelps, it was quite a good day. I bought my first ever pair of pajamas, and love them very much.

And I also bought a small package of Juicy Fruit gum, despite Waen standing around and calling me an idiot and saying she couldn't believe it. So there.

*points at subject line* You know, that's a very good song quote for Retribution.

"Lonely Blue..."

To-morrow this time, I shall be it Pittsburgh, on an uncomfortable hotel bed, which I shall be sharing with Mum. Perhaps we shall be watching one of those in-hotel movies. Waen will be chattering with her friends in the next room.

Can't wait. I hate Pittsburgh. *g*