Andrew is sitting on the floor in his room, in front of a short coffee table with a computer set up on it. He half-heartedly pokes at a few keys, moves the mouse and clicks.

"Hmm da hmm..dang. Looks like someone finally put 2 and 2 together and discovered my secret WWF identity. Oh well. Someone's gonna rest. In. Peace. Why the hell is it so damn cold?"

Andrew stands up and walks into the kitchen to look for an orange. Finding nothing but limes in the orange basket, he returns to the computer. Before he sits down, he realizes that he is staring straight at the thermostat. It is set to 55 degrees.

"Feck."

Now: I know I had this thing set to 65 degrees. It is possible that someone has been turning it down for me when I'm out. The probability of that person being Mary is pretty high. If I ever caught Mary in my room turning down my thermostat, I'd have to ask her:

Andrew: "Why are you doing that?"

Mary: "I'm trying to save money on electricity." (I can't think of too many reasons to do this.)

Andrew: "Ok. Saving money. Why didn't you think of that earlier, like when you were helping spend my college fund in 1985?"

Were it not for my Dad's really bad judgement, she'd have been homeless, and I wouldn't have had to pay for college. As it is, I stopped paying for college when I realized that the next classes I would be paying for did not interest me at all.

Thank goodness for toothpicks. Eating cuttlefish would have a very unpleasant aftermath without them.

Once I touched my little brother's face after applying bac fa yow to a bruise on my leg (without washing my hands), and he just started SCREAMING, very shrill. It took me a while to figure out that the fumes must be stinging his eyes and nasal passages like crazy. Woops.

I found out that the previously mentioned linguist had a bad accident which broke some of her bones and put her in the hospital. That's what was told to me. "Broken bones" conjures up horrible images in my head, and thus I worry. I keep thinking E.R., crushed, broken bodies, and critical condition. So, that's helping frazzle my nerves today.

Other things I did today include meeting and shmoozing with rich and famous video game designer Chris Taylor of Cavedog entertainment. Mr. Taylor deigned to talk to me shortly after I won a Total Annihilation tournament at the Wizards Of The Coast game center in the U-district. I won a copy of the game (which I already have, and traded for a T-shirt) and some WOTC gift certs. I played for 6 hours. I think I won't be playing that game much for a little while. Is it dorky to win a video game tournament?

Yes.