Brrrr.

The heat isn't on in our office, for some reason. (We don't have any control over it.) I can always wear the public-domain jacket, and in fact I am now, but that doesn't help my chilly fingers any.

Extreme lameitude yesterday--I was agitated and restless, but didn't have any energy. Finally we watched Pirates of the Caribbean, which was exactly what I needed.

It's a small world after all...

I was recounting the tale Steve told me of the Mighty Mighty Grunge List's Grungefest, whereat the list members met for a fine evening of local grunge bands and then went to the Grungiest Diner Ever. tactisle broke in at this juncture, noting that it couldn't have been the Grungiest Diner Ever if it wasn't in Rochester. But, riposted I, it was in Rochester, though I didn't know the name of the place (Steve hadn't remembered it, of course). So tactisle told us about the place...and when he got to the house special, the Garbage Plate, I was able to make a positive confirmation. Multiple sources now agree: Big Nick's in Rochester is the Grungiest Diner Ever, and I don't think I ever need to go there.

Bah and otherwise feh.

Lost one of my favorite earrings today. It might turn up, but considering it could have fallen out any time/place between the dojo changing room and my bathtub, the odds ain't good.