I'll say this, I will: wine is kinder to me than other alcohol the morning after. Soon, there will be tortilla soup from Pollo Loco as it has become my post-wakin'-post-drinkin' food of choice.

Back at Mizu's place. Macs are weird.

I keep forgetting what day it is.

I'm on the last 120 pages of Kushiel's Chosen.

Work changed my schedule this week. I think The Boss was trying to be nice, giving me more hours. Won't interfere with Louisville, of course. In fact, I won't have to go in the day I get back, which'll be nice. She asked if I was interested in becoming a supervisor. I managed to respond in the affirmative, despite being caught off-guard. "All you really need to be able to do is count money," she said. "You seem responsible." Who, me? Yes, absolutely.

All right, I've been out of the shower for over an hour now. I really should put some clothes on...