Lots of heavy lifting, mindless button pushing at work today- strong, silent type, funny to me in ways that are hard to explain.

Being asked for relationship advice again, kind of enjoying the absurdity of it, guess I can bring some analytical rigor to the table, doesn't help much when people aren't clear about what they want. Makes me grateful for the simple straightforwardness of my own wishes in that sort of situation, a little hard to understand why others aren't similarly clear on these things, insufficiently dialectical I imagine.

Space bar is sticking, argh.

T says, "It's really fucking hot."