Reminded myself yet again why I rarely walk to or from town on my own street as I was again splashed by a harried commuter. Luckily(?), I was already completely soaked. Replaced my broken watch, following my long established pattern of cheap watch/moderately expensive watch alternation, I'm now in the moderately expensive watch stage of the cycle, so if you notice a new found respectability in my appearance, it's probably that. Work once again total chaos, once again need to return tonight to reboot a server. Tell me if you've heard this before. I think if I slightly increased the tempo of all the repetition in my life it might become actually exciting, sexually, I mean, as it is, the rhythms are just kind of grating.