“Groovy Motherfucker”

Got my Chumby on my desk, updating with the score from the Sox game. File under: better than nothing.

Considering how rarely I ever hand the damn things out, my excitement at getting a new box of business cards is WAY out of proportion.

Fun night out with an ex-co-worker from SAPE. But now, sleep. Because I am old and tired and grateful to have jetlag for an excuse.