the engine died right smack dab in the middle of the doldrums.

I think I'm getting a stress headache. Perhaps the stress is keeping the headache of yesterday around.

I almost watched Trainspotting today. Then I remembered the baby part. I didn't watch Trainspotting today. I don't know if I ever can again, which makes me sad. The guy who wrote it is nice, married to Megan's friend Beth, and kissed me on the cheek once. He's gentlemanly and damn near unintelligible when you're in a basement-y dive bar in chicago.

I need more things to read. :( I'm running low on Gaiman short stories.

Also, I wish I had never left cvs. I had it good there.