I did not sleep well last night, and woke up tired.  So of course, this would be the day when various people pulled untold stupid stunts at work.  Indeed, they tried the patience of Serene Kev (it's an inside joke).  But, Kev won.  Make that Kev 241,521 and Stupids 0.  They try, but they never get ahead. 

On a less stupid note, I finally gave Callie a PEPS demo tonight.  I figured after my email flurry today that if I won't be doing any more demos, I should make the last one a good one!  I don't think it will come to that, but then one should never overestimate stupids (funny, that term "stupids" -- something my friend Mr. Hutchison came up with, the plural of stupid used as a noun.  Shorter than saying "stupid people"). 

I missed my workout tonight, so I'll have to make that up on Friday.   I also was too tired to work on the critique of the Atlantic essay on Rand from 1975.  That is tomorrow's project.  I hope nothing interferes with it.  You know, nothing REALLY important, like the trials and tribulations of Dylan McKay on 90210!   Don't laugh at me.  I usually have the show on in the background, but as a comedy.  The interesting thing is, the thirtysomethings on 90210 have the arrested, immature dialogue that the high school kiddos on Dawson's Creek should have, and the Dawson's Creek kiddos sound more mature than the characters on most television shows!   I mean, Pacey -- geez, he sounds more grown up than I do!

Yeah yeah, I realize a discussion on 90210 and Dawson's Creek seems out of place here.  It's not.  Welcome to my world.  Why not stay for a while?

Kevin L. Whited, Enigma

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