Thrashed.

Yesterday's hectic itinerary thrashed the heck out of me. I went night-night pretty early (for me), netting a preposterous six full hours of sleep. I didn't pack for this morning. I simply bid my wife farewell as she departed for work, then disintegrated into a pile of human wreckage on the bed. I know. 50 some miles. I'm a featherweight.

I wimped out and rode to the bus with the acrimonious wind ripping at my face and clawing little passageways through every seam in my clothing. I had not layered properly for such a short ride. I would have likely warmed into it a bit had I chosen to ride the full trip.

Lorin, Bob, JR and I sat around drinking coffee and discussing computers. Somehow, we got onto the topic of firearms which then led to the philosophy of concealed-carry laws. Fortunately, we're all adult enough to agree to let others have their own opinion, but it was a good point-counterpoint volley that entertained our brains for a few minutes. Sometimes I think Lorin intentionally plays Devil's Advocate on issues he really doesn't have a firm opinion on, just to see what happens when he gets others riled up. It's not a bad thing at all -- it's often fascinating to watch discussion burgeon because of it. On a side-note, I find it interesting that the two of the most liberal people I know own firearms and understand the benefits of CCW laws -- not to stray too far off into politics. Now, where'd I put that XD-40 Sub?

Random Tunage:
Binary Finary - 1999
Deep Blue Something - Breakfast at Tiffany's