I can’t say enough about how much better the world looks with a mug of percolated coffee made from freshly-ground beans, after at least 7 hours of sleep, on a warm spring day. Yesterday I was running on five hours’ sleep, working on a project I was not interested in, and bored out of my mind. I wanted to gouge my eyeballs out with a pencil. Today I’m still working on the same boring project, but at least I’m well-rested.

I ran into the ex-girlfriend of a college roommate the other day here in DC, and it turns out she works about 2 blocks from here. I was the fortunate soul who got to inform her that he was cheating on her. I’ve wondered every once in awhile what happened to her, and I’m glad to see she’s doing well, married, and working for a good company. It’s funny how we find each other after years in random encounters. I haven’t run into anybody in Baltimore in 11 years of living there, and I’ve randomly bumped into two different people in DC in four months. Shows you that it’s time to think about moving…

I’m looking at buying some artwork for the house today. Either some hot Jazz album prints, or some Shepard Fairey posters for the office. ¡viva la posse!