Cooled off some so I strolled into town to watch the funny monkeys for a bit, ran into a couple mildly intoxicated coworkers, regaled them with the wonders of the spam filter, talked about mixed drinks, etc. Watching people pass by in all their variety, they're mostly pretty lovely, but not for me, end up feeling like an alien being, probably because I am one.

Feel an amazing lot better than I have most of the week, thinking can be difficult, but in the long run I think it's better if it gets done, also, it's the only way I have.

Peretz is looking at me expectantly.