I've got callouses on my finger[tip]s!

I've got two messages on my machine this morning. They're both from me, from last night -- I didn't have any paper with me, so I had to call my voicemail so as not to lose my great ideas. Now, with the sun out and the temperature up, I'm somewhat reluctant to find out what constitues a "great idea" at 11:30 on a Saturday night.

But hey, if I set the timestamp for this post to last week, future generations will not see that i took a two-week break between posts. For a brighter future, I'll take a grim present any day.