Sept 14, 2004
(posted Sunday, November 21, 2004)
I went on patrol in King's Row today. I got a fat bruise on my right thigh from a stupid Bone Daddy who got too uppity. It's ok though because he's in the hospital with several broken ribs. Hmph. You don't mess with an eight foot tall superheroine. I also ran into a weird little old man. He called himself the Trans-Siberian, and I think it's so cool that he was confortable enough with being a transexual to be so out in the open like that. He said he was applying to join the superfrat, and I told him the proper procedure.
Well, bedtime for me. Hopefully this dang bruise will stop hurting tomorrow.