NP: Deftones, White Pony

Back-to-back days of playing soccer followed by a late night at Vaughan's -- we tried to wait until the games was mostly over to start the open jam, which offset any gains I might have made from not drinking -- have rendered your humble correspondent a bit slow on the uptake today. Please do not try to take advantage of my impaired state.

I'm really hoping the orange-handled pot of coffee in the employee kitchen does not follow traditional coffee pot handle conventions. Decaf would not be beneficial right now.

For some reason, my roommate thought I ran into the bathroom and got sick last night. Which would be an interesting psychic projection on some level, but I'm not quite that out of it. And, like I said, trying hard to curtail at least beer intake. I have two friends who have lost significant quanties of themselves by eschewing the hoppy goodness I've come to appreciate. Hopefully they can serve as some motivation, 'cause I've got zero willpower these days.