There's something I was meaning to research when I got home after work. Unfortunately it was forgotten but the memory of having to remember something was stirred when I stumbled across a poem about Odin hanging from Yggdrasil and creating the first runes.
raddidge is busy cheating playing NetHack and she finally arrived at the quest level playing Vally the valkyrie. Since NetHack is turn-based rather than real-time, she's doing other searches in the background for her little plans. I referenced something brewing over here in last night's entry and I probably won't know until this weekend if I should mention it here at heptapod.org.
On Thursday morning, I thought it was Wednesday despite the fact that I heard it was Thursday from various sources. Upon arriving at work, the collections manager reminded me it was Thursday which meant Friday was a day away and then the weekend.
I do want the work week to go faster but that only means the days, weeks and months will pick up their subjective pace and before I know it, I'm attending funerals with gray pubic hair.
Lately heptapod.org has been seeming more and more meaningless but I'm maintaining the habit.
I leave you, gentle reader, with Simon and Garfunkle's 59th Street Bridge Song.
