Boy, it sure got cold fast!

It's as though nature looked at it's watch and said "Holy cow, autumn starts on Monday, I'd better get with the programme!

So I spent all day at work yesterday.

I had a pile of junk up to my hip that had to get finished by Monday, and I did about 2/3 of it, so I'm going back in today. I don't mind working on the weekends--my next paycheck should be huge--and I tend to get tons done.

I guess it's that during regular work hours the goal is to goof off as much as possible, but when you're there voluntarily and all alone and you goof off, you're not actually getting away with anything, so you might as well just work.

So the other day I was sitting at the front desk minding my business and Alexey comes in and he'd shaved his head bald like an egg.

A slightly stubbly egg, but an egg nonetheless.

And I like to think that I'm really cool and everything, but this was proof positive that I'm not even close, because he probably walked by me five times in the next hour and each time my reaction was the same: I would launch myself out of my chair, landing on my hands and knees and weakly pound the ground, weeping with laughter.

Do you think he might have noticed?

Recently heard on Conan O'Brien:

"Patrick Stewart, Captain Picard, is going to be married! It is reported that he proposed to his fiancee by saying 'Engage!'"

One year ago today:
Finding a new friend is like finding a lover; it's as important and as unusual.

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