11:04 AM:

Tired.

Yesterday, I left my apartment around 10:40 AM, took the bus to the Bronx Zoo, spent a few hours there with Elaine, took a couple of trains to New Jersey, saw a perfectly awful movie with Jen, and eventually made my way back to my apartment, arriving just a few minutes before 2 AM.

I may have gotten as much as six hours of sleep; it's hard to be sure. And now I've gotta run out and do some shopping, 'cause I'm having a couple of people over for dinner tonight, and I recklessly promised to cook, rather than simply ordering a pizza, and I need to get some supplies that I couldn't get yesterday 'cause I was out socializing and seeing stuff.

Obviously, there's plenty to write about, and I may even get to doing so once the dust settles.

1:04 PM:

And so, this morning, my government murdered Timothy McVeigh.

Pardon me if I'm not feeling very proud to be an American today.