I apparently fail at keeping up. I was home last night. Exhausted. Watching FlashForward. It's a good show, I recommend it. Some day perhaps I'll be able to sleep.

About November: I think I'm going to shave one last time, so I can gauge exactly how long and all of that. Because I don't remember the last time I shaved. However, it's certainly coming in. I can almost see my bits of mustache from a distance in the mirror. And I sort of feel my face all day long. It's prickly.

Have I mentioned I'm tired?

When will my exhaustion finally win and allow me to sleep well? Not this weekend. There's some festivities planned I hear.