My poor, poor father.

Boy's getting his colonoscopy tomorrow. Which means he's required to have a clean colon. Which means that today, he's not allowed to eat anything. At all. And the only thing he's allowed to drink are clear liquids and some medication that will, *ahem*, insure that his colon is clean. Yeah, that's right: poo-juice. Of course, last time he went through this, the doctors found a tumor, so it's not like he's complaining. He's just being sarcastic about the situation. The good news is, as far as everyone knows, his tumor is gone and this is just a check up. The bad news is, I'm going to have to start getting that procedure done about two decades earlier than I otherwise would have. That's right, I'm going to be getting roto-rooted in my mid-twenties. Father: j'accuse! OR (less elegant but evidently grammatically correct), Father, je vous accuse!

Other news: Mozilla Firefox: great! Highly recommended. Whee!