I hate Lady Gaga a lot.
I'm slowing down on The Worm Ouroboros. It's starting to get convoluted and I can't give enough attention to it while reading on the train, bus, etc.
I like how we have rugs now. Our place looks so much more decent now. Hardwood floors are nice, but they simply don't look right when they're completely naked.
We're caught up on How I Met Your Mother now. Jenkins!
And I just got a box of business cards put on my desk. Golly gee, new business cards. It makes me feel like I actually am supposed to do work while I'm here. I'll start handing these things out like candy or something.
The Momentary Problem of a Stuck Car. That's more for my wife if she should come upon this diary entry, but it's an interesting reflection from a religious fellow suffering from Alzheimer's.
I have an urge to go out and practice disc golf. Do a few drives. See if I can hit 110 meters. Not terribly inpressive, but a decent drive. But it's winter and there aren't any big enough fields nearby, anyway. Well, actually, there's a big park like 4 blocks away, but it's winter and it's cold and snowy.
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