A kid on a bike slammed into me today. Another one slammed into him. This is nothing new. It has happened before.
I was remembering one night when I had a bit too much to drink, but I wasn't drunk. Let me tell you, though, after I made my argument, I realised I'd either had too much tequila, or perhaps not quite enough. Either way, I was in no fit state to argue.
There are 11 empty coke cans in my office, each one with the tab pulled off. Speaking of, I have something to send to Raven's Cry Grove, ADF, when I think about it and I'm near a post office.
I was logged out of IM most of the day because I had a lot of work to finish. By the end of the day, I realized that I was too lazy to log back in, despite being nearly finished with everything. Not that this stopped people from trying to IM me, I later discovered.
I won a pound of Twizzlers today. Lucky me.
My laptop is now capable of playing sounds. This is a new thing, and a good thing. Now if only the screen worked better.
From friends' entries today, it appears that I am making the rounds at the Democratic convention.
I met three women who had lost a fourth. #4 was "somewhere on campus." I, apparently, would know exactly where she was. They were upset when I mentioned that it was a rather large campus, what with being three square miles or so just on main/near-west campus. I won't be getting any phone numbers from them.
I found a new definition of "Druid". Allow me to regale you:
Druids, n. Priests and ministers of an ancient Celtic religion which did not disdain to employ the humble allurement of human sacrifice. Very little is now known about the Druids and their faith. Pliny says their religion, originating in Britain, spread eastward as far as Persia. Caesar says those who desired to study its mysteries went to Britain. Caesar himself went to Britain, but does not appear to have obtained any high preferment in the Druidical Church, although his talent for human sacrifice was considerable.I had a long conversation with Esus last night that you'll get to see later, once I get around to posting it. It's vastly different than my conversations with Eris.
Druids performed their religious rites in groves, and knew nothing of church mortgages and the season-ticket system of pew rents. They were, in short, heathens and--as they were once complacently catalogued by a distinguished prelate of the Church of England--Dissenters.
But now it's time to go home and see Tina. I love going home when I know she'll be there. . .