wearing makeup. it's a banner day.

hopelessly awake at 3:30 a.m.

working.

to lay my head upon the desk and weep.

it's hard to begin to work when everything seems so futile.

full-screen editing in aquamacs is lovely.

for my copy of 'the dragon book' to arrive.

nobody is plurking. how sad.

the idiots who are running air conditioners all over the place. it's 63 degrees.

just read a discussion of plurk vs. twitter (mashable.com/2008/06/02/... I think it'll be a damned shame if twitter survives plurk.