Diet Beer, Not Gin, Makes A Man Mean.

Apparently, there's something in Michelob Ultra that just ruins me for good social interaction.  I went from upbeat and chatty to moody and surly.  Apologies to the handful of folks I made for lousy conversation with yesterday evening.

Today's started off well, and not because there was a wascally wabbit afoot.  Of course, it makes me a huge geek that a cup of coffee and a firmware upgrade to my MP3 player constitute a fun breakfast, but y'all can bite me. ;-)

Budget-wrangling and some yard work, and the gym (before geeking).  Perhaps Castle with the other Gothopians tonight.