Work was work. Against the current fashion, I was brought in while others stayed home. No one came in, so we did lots of pool maintainence to prepare for the weekend. I hate hate hate that fucking vacuum. I swear its giving me tennis elbow.
I played a little go after I got back home (the pool closed at 3, unheard of). Was losing miserably, and i had dinner, so I had to abandon the guy.
Came down, played two games of go with codepoet. Was able to solidly prove my own idiocy, and how it keeps cropping up in wherever I forgot to squash it last. Like the most evil of weeds. And still I play. Why? I'll figure that out later.
quietpsycho's party is tomorrow. My little yellow pills must protect me (kitties!!!!).
And in other news. ttyl,