In which I enjoy a summer of biking, reading, and killing demonic hordes.
In which I’m home sick, cooking myself steaks, getting drunk on red wine, and beginning the process of ripping all my CDs to MP3.
In which The Best Cat Ever hasn’t long to live, and that breaks my heart.
In which Kris is gone for a week, so I have time to live a man’s life.
In which sometimes I worry that I might be a hypochondriac.
In which I am NOT impressed by David Eggers.
In which I have a lovely bike ride.
In which I get all obsessive about a trade I made in my computer baseball simulation league.
In which there’s a Lord of the Rings movie in production, and I’m worried that it’s not going to be very good.
In which a little dog chases my bike for half a mile.