When I'm done with all this, I'm going to write a business book called Demonstrate Value or Get the Fuck Out. It'll be about strategic thinking as applies to the corporate world but also your life. It will end up being one of those books you see that get blown out for five bucks on the front tables at Chapters, and you read it and think "well, they'll just let anyone write one of these."

Last night I dreamed I had a baby. I mean, not me personally, but some offscreen wife besotted me with child and then, as I recall, took off (this could not possibly be related to current anxieties about career, life planning, or the end of the world). Babies are goddamned frightening! Especially when they look like newborn Benjamin Button crossed with newborn The Newborn from Alien: Resurrection. Fuck: what is wrong with me?

There is very little else remarkable going on, so I'll go now.