Well, I apparently have insufficient oxegen in my neocortex to sustain me through another adventure to the ERC. Don't feel like it. The only reason I go there is because I always get a NYT on Tuesdays, and then go to the ERC to read and catch up on stuff, and write. Then I go on Fridays because that is bill-paying day, when I also catch up, etc.
I'll just pick up some more photos and do a few dumb things.
Who cares anyway? I'm just a studip boy. Nobody loves me.