Actually…

It’s 11:10 PM. Grabbed a drink at the Artful Dodger, and talked computers instead. Go figure. :)

We hashed out several ideas, and hit on one that we both were excited about pursuing. We get a lot of ideas, the two of us, but rarely see them through. I’m hoping this one’s the exception, because it’ll be a lot of fun if we get it working.

I’m home now, and all my clothes reek of cigarette smoke. I’m liking this smell less than I thought I would, having been an ex-smoker. The scent of cigarette smoke still stirs cravings in me, and if someone will accidentally exhale a big cloud in my direction… I don’t really mind, and even kind of like it. But right now, my clothes don’t smell like that. They smell like secondhand. And instead of that nostalgic, cigarette smell… I’m sniffing at my sweater, and I smell like a dirty bum.

I still miss smoking though.

Sorry this is so short again. It’s been a thin couple of days on the blog I know. I’ve not had any coffee today or yesterday – I wonder if that might be it. If it’s any consolation, I’ve felt fairly withdrawn and removed lately, so it’s not just me neglecting time on this thing. I’m like this way at work, it feels.