This has been the most unproductive of friday afternoons, I’m sick of it, and I have learned in life that sometimes you just have to walk away. Thus, I am outy.

The morning was quite nice.

You won’t be hearing from me tomorrow, because I will protesting vigourously in San Francsico with 10, perhaps (quite likely in fact) 100’s of thousands of others.

Time for a little preemptive peace.