Feeling remarkably devoid of content, like the functional equivalent of writer's block. Slow, lethargic, sleepy.
We have bugs at work. Some kind of beetle, about a half-inch long or so, mostly black with red tips. If they come into my cube, I've taken to catching them and stashing them in an old pill bottle. They seem pretty harmless, but they're annoying as all get out. It could be that we pretty much exist in a swamp down here in the lowlands of Eden Prairie, but I suspect that they've invaded the air ducts. There are a lot of them.
Feeling very entertainment-oriented this weekend.