How did it get to be so late?

I was going to watch a video and work on terribly important game prep. Instead I've been online and should really get to bed.

Bother.

I didn't even stir to eat the ice cream I meant to eat. How sad is that?

I took a North Shore bus today in order to come home and feet cats and water the garden and it wasn't all that bad. (Of course, now it's raining, so maybe I could have held off on the garden thing...) And I got to commute through South Station, which is really a much better place than North Station (aka the Fleet Center, off limits this week to mere commuters). For one thing, there's a Rosie's Bakery counter.

Thanks to everyone who filled out the poll yesterday; I found it usefully interesting, or interestingly useful, or at any rate it gave me something to do other than what I was meant to be doing. You are all enablers.

Despite having learned that almost no one reads my journal on the page itself, I nevertheless spent too much time tonight changing its layout. Go figure. (Edit: This is not a call for you to make an extra effort to go look at it; it's not terribly exciting and you'll see it anyway if you ever read or leave comments to my posts.)

It is also important that I wrote all of this down for you to read.