How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

Rough weekend. I managed to catch up on my book reviews but did pretty much nothing else. Bill says I should talk to a doctor; he thinks I'm showing signs of bipolar disorder. I don't like doctors, so this will undoubtedly go unresolved until my next physical.

I slept poorly last night, my first NyQuil-less night, and it wasn't until after I got to the gym for the first time in over a week that I noticed Jeev had texted me to postpone our session until tomorrow. What a punk. So I did a little light cardio and headed to work. The roads were strangely empty, which I didn't understand until I learned from the television in the locker room that pretty much everywhere is on a 2-hour delay this morning due to icy/foggy conditions. I encountered no slick roads, though.

The hallway at work this morning is lined with chairs waiting to be cleaned, which of course prompted me to start singing, "All in all we're just another chair in the hall." I'm such a loon.