A man, a plan, a weekend
I suck.
My weekend involved amazing amounts of fun, even more than the preceding week provided stress.
The problem with fun is, of course, that it certainly beats writing about it.
Hence the scattered narrative of this thing as of late.
Here is a gratuitous picture of Saturday's sunset as seen from the roof of our house:
Among the things I neglected to write about: daisies, riding on a motorcycle for reals-reals, visiting Scott's restaurant (New World Vegetarian in Oakland, if I remember correctly), ren faire and seeing people I haven't seen since high school, sunsets from the roof, S&M as an interior decorating theme, large EECS majors throwing each other at the floor, homemade beignets, sunlight and rainbows, and, last but not least, dreams about workshifts (what a nice large kitchen Wilde House had).