I still feel different. Like the world has slowed down a bit, and my awareness is heightened. And
It's Christian Bale's birthday. He is 32. he's a fine actor.

Wow, but I have nothing to say tonight. Life is extraordinary and ordinary. Mundane and unexplainable. Sweet and silly and dusty.

I can say work felt productive. And my boss made a plinko board. And i heard and watched bagpipes march down the street while Brice told me about his beta fish on the phone.

Geri sent me a book by Laura Schlessinger- "bad childhood great life" She means well, I think.
And it might have some good info in it.

Superbowl party this sunday. woohoo.

That is all.