This exercise is starting to take on the attractiveness of something eaten one too many times. Besides, I'm really scraping the bottom of the barrel of the image cache. Might be time to break out the scanner.

Well, here goes. I guess one more, or two more, won't hurt.

Last night, in typical weekend fashion, I felt awesome and so stayed up to late to dwell in the good feelings. The perfect set up to a week-long sabotage. Today I was surly and non-*. Now it's 11:15 P.M., shouldn't I head to bed?

Well, I've had a bunch of coffee, and the nighttime house is just too pleasant. I was supposed to book more stuff for the trip, but I didn't have enough energy for that. I have only enough energy to receive information, not generate it. Watched the Woz dance, read the usual sites on the Web.

Tomorrow, I'm in an all-day training, no computers allowed. So, I'll get up really early to go in beforehand in what will probably be a vain effort to get some work done.

As part of the offensive, I've been sitting here with the work e-mail open all evening, warding off messages as they arrive. People working at night, trying to get ahead. Take that!

Tell me this: Why are so many albums of old high school photos on Facebook called "School Daze"?