No Country for Old Men.

I have had so many interviews come through in the last two days that I don't know what to do with myself. Out of control.

Friend went into the MTC yesterday. Weird. Friend's moving next week and we went out to lunch with some mutual friends today. Crazy. Friends requested to be mentioned in-blog. Requests denied.

Tonight I went with some folks to go see Star Trek Into Darkness in the dollar theater, but the tickets ran out about three people in front of us.

When I gave many of you my blog address, I specifically told you not to expect anything, since I'm just trying to write in this every day. Sorry not to disappoint.

Now Go, and Take Your Dreams With You.

Today was literally very, very hot. I don't even want to go back to change that to "emphatically, though metaphorically." It was that hot.

Every few weeks there are days when you walk around your room and you realize that you're regularly lifting your legs higher than your waist to climb over the stuff you have... stored... on the ground in between your desk and your door. I wouldn't know anything about it, since I'm a picture of pristine, clean, walkable personal pathways, aren't I? And besides. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: life is just too short not to arrange your room however you want. Live a little! Put a box right on your way to the door! You don't need to apologize to anyone any more. Like Aladdin to Genie, I give you freedom.

Liberating, huh? Now go out there and capture your dreams! Or, if you are lacking, appraise others' dreams and take their dreams from them by force!