My stomach is letting me know that it wasn't happy with last night's decision of "EAT ALL THE CHEETOS!" It's nothing horrible, but my stomach definitely isn't pleased. Dinner was steak, salad, and the aforementioned chips.
I stayed up late talking with a college buddy I haven't really talked to much since I left. We've both gotten so fucked by the economy (he more so than I, as CS majors really aren't in high demand right now, especially those w/o exp.) He's engaged/ common law married, which I kinda had the idea but wasn't certain.
I also took valerian before I went to bed last night, in order to make sure I got full use out of what little bit of sleep I was getting. There was some grogginess, but dozing on the couch for 15 minutes fixed that.
Yesterday's exercise consisted of planting the garden and scattering the rocks, and playing with the dog, as well as the early morning stuff. Well, that and valiantly defending Boss, covering the company's ass, digging through papers, staying out of a circle jerk of excellence and avoiding the ass reaming, and pushing clients to decisions.