I showed some love to the Geegsters. I got some love back.
I got to know the homeboys down at Southwest Cargo.
I ate me some kufta AND some salmon.
I got to be counted among the first to take a gander at Behemoth's secret, dirty stash.
I matched up Justin York and Gore Vidal. They will be very happy together. I love how a semi-acrimonious forum exchange turned into a discussion of Behemoth's friends and adversaries. I love those intense midcentury men of letters and I love my early-21st century men of improv. And women of improv. I am full of love.
I am going to take a shower and watch some teevee and then sleep and have a pretty day tomorrow, too.