I am currently at work. Work is wonderful. I get to sit in an office at a computer and do stuff. SGML and TEI and stuff. And then I get to go do my other job, wherein I sit at any computer wherever and do other stuff, mostly PHP stuff. And in between there's reading about all the stuff I'm supposed to be doing and talking to people about how to do the stuff I'm supposed to be doing, and sucking up the large amounts of gratitude I get for the stuff I actually do that apparently every single project manager they've had before has failed to do before quitting the project.

So, what I mean is that I shouldn't write much, because I'm at work and I'm getting paid for this.

Dan emailed me, which is really really super-cool. He included the URL of his journal, so I went and read a bunch of it and now I have some small idea what's been going on in his life. It seems that he and I underwent our Bob Dylan conversions at approximately the same time. I'll have to write him actual email rather than just posting comments on his Livejournal.

Other exciting news... oh, I managed to hurt myself somewhat significantly this morning by gracefully crashing into a hedge (yes, on foot) and then skidding down a wood-chip-covered hill. It really makes more sense than it sounds like it does, but I don't feel like explaining. The bottom line is that I have a big red-clay dirt streak on the right thigh of my jeans, and I cut my right arm up some. It hurts. I put disinfectant on it, though, and I'm sure I'll be fine.

I also burned my hand on the oven this morning while making apple cinnamon muffins. But that didn't even leave a scar.

It's time for me to finish up here and proceed to the radio station. And maybe get something to eat.