This would explain the rage and despair and humorlessness of last week.
On the plus side, a fair few of us enjoyed the Korean barbecue we put on. I guess I needed the iron.
Matty away to testify at a planning commission in some very posh neighborhood S. of San Francisco tonight. Poor bastard. I don't care how well he does. I just like it when he (and all my friends and family) come home safely.
Cycled to and from Wyatt's daycare to administer his lunchtime insulin. It worked out well.
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