
on Monday I visited the cardiologist and watched the debut of
The Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien.
on Tuesday I bought a loaf of bread.
on Wednesday I dropped the laptop that had the only current version of the "still in-progress but nearing the finish line"
Tusk book. the screen broke. it looks like the combination of a spider web and a color bar test pattern on late '60s television.
good times.