Magic extra Amazon gift certificates: when I first got my Amazon rewards card, they had troubles getting the gift certificates out to me. So they recently gave me like $200 worth. Huzzah.
I started Jacques the Fatalist. It's very apparent that Milan Kundera likes this book a lot.
Seriously, guys, The Dead Poets Society sucks. Like Avatar, it feels profound and all, but it's all tripe and pablum. What are some other crappy movies like that? If you disagree about Dead Poets, you can shove it.
Speaking of tripe, Easter is far away. I might convince my wife to make me some afterwards.
There was free lunch today at work. I had a big ol' salad and some fruit, eschewing the angel food cake and the whipped cream that was supposed to go with the fruit. The lunch was a celebration of meeting our division's goals and getting giant sacks of cash.
Anyway. It's Friday. You know what that means! Training!
Okay, I'm running around and grabbing some stuff at the pharmacy, brb.
|< Consigned Conscience | The broccoli had gone. But the hurt remained. >|