Today was a nearly completely wasted day at work. Our Internet was down from noon on, so we played Wii Sports games all day. Even the Staples delivery guy hung out for a while and played some Baseball. I rock at Golf and Boxing, but oddly enough on the Wii I'm terrible at Baseball and Tennis, sports I'm good at in real life. My boss also brought his dog Foster in because the air conditioning at his house was broken, so whenever we took our recommended breaks from playing Wii games--and you do get sore pretty fast--we played with the dog. Then Foster peed on the rug and Mike took him home.

So I finish up school and immediately get sick. Not sick enough to stay at home in bed, either--just enough to feel lousy all day at work. Next Wednesday is my last day at Chabot, and then I go down to LA to help a friend move, and then graduation.

Current reading from the gigantic pile that's been accumulating over the past 3 years: Last Call, an interesting novel that combines poker, tarot, and the Fisher King myth.