Strategicon is this weekend. I've come up with no good reason not to attend.

Reminders have long since stopped coming from the city about the unpaid parking tickets. Same with the county bill. I might pay off BMG, though; I only owe them a fin. Occasionally, I wonder if the hammer'll come down. S'possible.

Borrowed a Matthew Lesko book. Will probably copy some information out of it, file it away and never use it.

I keep wondering how much of my shit I could just throw away.

I appear to have a swollen lymph node. It's gotten smaller in the past week, so I expect it's an allergic reaction to something. Regardless, it's barely noticeable and I don't see any reason to worry about it.

The countdown has begun, though. Two years. I don't have a plan, just the deadline. When it comes 'round, expect to find me somewhere else or not at all.