Got the grumblies, or something like it. I keep thinking that if I could just crawl on back to bed and go to sleep again, all will be well. But again, that’s probably too simple. Got stuff coming up which has me thinking — and that may sound coy, but it’s just a bunch of various things that it’s not worth detailing for fear of sounding petty, or what have you.
In other news, Keeley is a mad genius, who had a group of us running all over Central Park on Saturday in search of Dr. Peasley’s missing hat. Oh, that Dr. Peasley. Such a puzzle-master!
Later, we watched “Aeon Flux” which, as I so pithily commented, “sux.”
Yesterday I caught up on some episodes of Battlestar Galactica, and finished off the second Shadow Shard TF with Noelle.
And if I had boundless capital, I would so go crazy in The Container Store. As it is, I limited myself to a CD album, in order to help calm the clutter in my tiny apartment. It’s a start.
Technically, Dr. Peasley is a logologist and a puzzlestician.
In fact, he might be the only one. Of both.