Popo, my grandfather, is in the hospital right now as I type this. He had a heart attack yesterday. It's very bad. Nothing much to say there right now, but it felt wrong not to mention it.
Mike's back home, up very early for his big fishing excursion, very excited. Going to be the sandwich maker.
I'm going back to my quasars, my Prufrock, and my waiting. (And when I'm hip-deep in work tomorrow night I can spew into my guarana accordingly.)
Speaking of which, let's go see if Mike found any decent non-taurine, non-Red Bull, guarana drink at the store.

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