In lieu of drinking black coffee and staring at the walls, but being bored and unwilling to sleep, I decided to type my name into Google.
The usual returns: hockey players, a computer company from England, staff at a middle school, etc. etc. But there was search result that really surprised me:
Eighth item on the list After the initial "How the HELL..." subsided, I realized it was the blog of someone I kind of know. Still, though, if you're going to find things about yourself on the internet, this is the kind of thing I like to find.
Thank you, Albert. That means a lot. You have no idea.
In other news:
-Housemate let me burn Wilco's 'Yankee Hotel Foxtrot' in exchange for guitar-borrowing privileges
-I went and saw dinosaur bones this past wknd. They were in a museum. But they were still pretty damn cool.
-Mercedes arrives on Thursday. I can't wait.