Whale farts. Heh. The very heady wonders of science.

Back from dinner with Lori. A fine, fine time. Of all the folks I've stumbled across over the last couple of years, she's truly the one I'll miss the most. It's rare to find someone with whom you can speak so endlessly, openly and engagingly. Plus her girlfriend sounds like my girlfriend. And that, really, just cracks me the motherfuck up.

Adult Swim's showing Futurama again. I feel contentment and peace. No more urge for a Williams Street stabbing spree. Thank God. I've got nothing to wear that would look good with blood on it.

Night, children.