Abe Lincoln is alive and well. He just passed me in the parking lot riding a giant tricycle. The hat may have been wrong, but the beard and the lanky form were right. And he rode his giant tricycle in a way that screamed "I'm about to do some good ( Read more... )

I've always been a bit mentally ho-hum after getting back from vacation, but I've never been so physically tired that I can barely drag myself around. After work last night, I crashed on the couch until nearly 7, when I was almost sick from hunger. After dinner, I could barely make it through the Friday night Python before crashing again. I ( Read more... )