It's sad. Very sad.

Out for a few beers last night...our usual Thursday night ritual. Except this time the bartender tried to kill me with a broken beer bottle.

Okay, in reality he chipped the top a little when he popped the cap off, and I ended up with glass chunks in my mouth. No harm done, thankfully. The bar was sporting about it, and comped us drinks all night.

Afterward, we decided to just stay up and get a few things done around the house—real and virtual. So, I've worked straight through what would probably be a low grade hangover.

Vacation day today! The beach is definitely in my future. It's bright, beautiful, and sunny in SF today. Gawd, just shoot me: I'm too chipper for this early in the morning.