Friday night was intense and, among other things, featured my first slip smoking-wise (is there any way to update the calculations on that Quitmeter thing? Because I'm not trying to start it all over again just because I had one cigarette two days ago).
Saturday day was lunch with unixd0rk and n0thingman at Quiet Storm (at 2:31 pm, specifically). n0thingman never likes anybody that I like, but he seems to like unixd0rk, which is a remarkable thing, and makes me quite happy.
And man, this post sucks. This weekend was all emotional and dreamy and intense and ... and I'm conveying absolutely none of that.
Oh yea, and in case you hadn't heard, the Pope is dead.