magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

walking to work i crossed paths with a fifty-something, mustachioed cop writing parking tickets who was whistling "yellow submarine".

the library was its usual slow-friday self. it was pretty nice outside, which probably kept even more people away. more time for me to procrastinate.

helped with some updates to nikki's site. caught up with the journal entries on my own. did some research into fantasy architecture, which is somewhat apropos to my workspace / real-space / no-place ideas.

friday night at home. but i didn't turn the tv on.