postscript: the purple stain, and I Dream of Yoko

I moved faster than I got advice and sanded the purple stains off the shelf on my bathroom mirror. Good: The stains are gone. Bad: There are a few scuff marks in their place. Middling: The porcine housemate with whom I share that bathroom is unlikely to notice the scuffs, as is the landlord whom I haven't seen in who knows how long. Besides, I could probably cover the scuffs with a wax pencil or paint or something white & gooey.

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I dreamt Sunday night that I was responsible for inserting a record for Yoko Ono into Major League Baseball's scoring database. It caused a problem during a game broadcast. Apparently I didn't mean to leave it there. Yoko had to let me and a co-worker into a medium-sized ground floor office space somewhere to fix the problem. She didn't say anything, but if she was mad at us, she didn't show it. Very sporting of her.

Recovery from surgery continues.

( kinda gross, but not hugely )

And speaking of social life, my first honest-to-goodness date with someone I met online will be shortly, followed on Saturday night by Bang for the Buck, the women-only charity do and striptease competition at the CSPC.