So it is fun trying to do Match.com's attraction determinator with Joephet, even when you're supposed to do it alone. It's especially funny because he gets all squealy at the ugliness and the cuteness, and when it comes time to "pick the guys you think would be attracted to you..." he of course goes apeshit, clicking like Ashcroft on Muslims. It's just fucking cute.

These weekends, unfortunately, end up being basically all the same. That is to say, with little accomplished in terms of the work that is looming more and more--I have retreated again into that Three Kingdoms sanctuary rather than face facts as to what I hafta do. That to-do list is not that deadly, I suppose: just a few proposals and the like, and it's only the Ides of March tomorrow. So it's not hopeless, and in a lot better shape than my glasses, which would now be down to metal and plastic lenses were it not for the three other substances currently being used to keep things together.