Currently rereading Snow Crash in that chapter-at-a-time way that seems to be all I have time for these days. I vaguely remember a time when I could sit down and read a book all at once, spending hours locked in the embrace of the writer's imagination. Nowadays I'm lucky if I can even watch a movie all at once.
I completely spaced out the concom meeting yesterday. Crap in a hat. I was so focused on finally getting the foundation done that everything else went by the wayside.
Meatworld is intruding in my life again. The desire for human physical contact is overwhelming at times. Blah, blah, blah.