2. Between my mother, my wife and now some minor medical shennanigans with my FATHER, I'm rather pleased with myself that I haven't yet totally collapsed from stress and exhaustion. Of course, that will all change tonight when Mike Mussina throws the first pitch of the ALCS. I feel stupid getting stressed out about baseball while my loved ones are hurting, but I can't help it.
3. I'm 611 pages into the final third of The Baroque Cycle, and it's awesome. It's so awesome that, as soon as I finish it, I'm immediately re-reading Cryptonomicon, in an Infinite Jest-ian effort to find out what the hell is going on.
I guess that's all I've got today.