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I've again gone well past a decent time to get to bed, but even had I not got in so late the unseasonable warmth might be keeping me up anyway. It's a few days past the equinox, it's 2am, and I think the temperature in my bedroom, an admitted trapper of heat, just dropped below 80.* Perhaps in a while I can again contemplate sleep.

Went out and got pleasantly exhausted and bruised fighting again. When there are only three of us we each wind up fighting a lot. Making pretty good progress. Going out drinking afterward helps sooth the wounds, naturally.

patrissimo** linked to a cute song about multiplicative relationships, which several of you may enjoy. And since I just relocated it for JJD, if you have not already seen the Bellagio fountains recreated with Diet Coke and Mentos, go ahead.


*About 300 for all you Kelvinists out there. If you're not too busy with freezing tulips into irresistible glacé and other such total depravity.

**Who got it from peneli, who got it from Agnes...

Edit: at 2:30 the thermometer reads 85. I just put the AC back in, because this is ridiculous...