I hit a bodyweight clean last night. 254#. Didn't jerk it. I also hit a 184# snatch, but couldn't hit 189#. I could get under it, but couldn't quite stick it. Tore my hands a little, will have to use straps. Training tonight, then nothing until Saturday. Social crap in the evenings. Bah. I feel like it's more of a duty to go dancing and go to baseball games than a pleasure. Gaming is still good. At least Teh Wife is dancing.

There was some funky smell in the bedroom last night. It came up suddenly. It's a vaguely urine-like smell. Unfortunately, it's sort of pervasive and the nose quickly acclimates to it, so it's hard to pin down a source. I blame Teh Wife. We don't have pets, so it's not from that. If it's still there tonight, I'll look under the bed, see if something died. This will also give me an excuse to look for stuff that I haven't been able to find that I can't blame on Teh Wife.

Working on Chekhov more. Almost done with "My Life", the last novella in the book.

Somebody somewhere noted that e-mail (or other electrical communication) makes polite people sound rude and rude people sound even ruder. This is quite true of texts, too. I tend to write my texts like a telegraph because typing them is horribly painful, but this leads to some confusion sometimes.

I remarked somewhere that it feels like most of the HuSi regulars are K5 refugees, even though it's been like 8 years since Teh Exodus. POLL to determine. I realize some of the responses overlap, so please choose the most appropriate answer.

This weather is disgusting. It's in the high 80s right now and there's fog coming off the lake. I ate a wholly unsatisfactory lunch rather than go outside. Pasta with portabella mushrooms, mixed veggies and broccoli as the two sides. Vegetables good, pasta lame.

Anyway. It's time to post this.