It was Thursday morning and I still remember it, Sunday evening.  It was a surreal dream.  I was having a conversation with a friend who has been dead for years now.  He knew he was dead, and we continued on with the conversation anyway.  And then there were these people from college, who were hanging out with me.  It was soon time to leave and they all got into the dresser drawers, like that one Seinfeld episode with the Japanese tourists in Kramer's apartment.

Any of you in the Commonwealth doing this:

http://www.metafilter.com/90002/What-have-the-Romans-ever-done-for-us

I took the day off.  Throat is still icky.  Nose is starting to sniffle.  Meh, all winter I'm good to go, spring comes up on me and I get sick.  Oh well.

Went home for the weekend.

So wow.

Well hey.

After the gym I felt like I didn't want to be in the apartment until tomorrow morning, since it was a decent clear and sunny, albeit cold day out there.

Don't ya just hate when you're told 'this is uber important and needs done.'  and then you do a bit and then you say that it's gonna be near impossible but it could be done but it's gonna take a long time.  And the reply is DO IT, REALLY important.

In haiku.

I'm listening to the Ethicist podcast.  Wow.  How have I missed this podcast?