Went down to the strip, bought a rice-cooker. Feeling really tired.
Ate some rice. Went to campus. Ran into whitemage and rjmccall somehow. Tossed a frisbee around. Quite fun. Back at the house-of-iniquity, played "chez geek" and "munchkin" with the above and the redglasses-stiger juggernaut of cutesiness. Cute in that sort of "might still stab you in a dark alley" way. Heh. Well. Maybe not. But now it is late and I have not had my quota of writing or music for today, much less productive work. whitemage's nascent habit of extremely close and detailed time-management data collection is tempting, just for the sake of guilting me into getting more stuff done, or seeing where my time is being most violently wasted.