I used to be smart, but now I'm just stupid.

Tuesday night Fab and I drank a bottle of wine and pontificated on art (Rembrandt was awesome, as it turns out) and ethics (he thinks it's science, not philosophy). Which leads to this morning where I wake up, read for a while, then go back to bed for a few more hours because it's my day off!

Josh calls, we go see The Transporter 2, which I recommend to anyone who wants to be thoroughly underwhelmed.

Fab goes out to the bar with a math buddy. I stay in and hang with Raegan, whose boyfriend is in the National Guard and has been shipped off to New Orleans to help. We play Set, get ice cream at UDF, and pick apples from trees in the neighborhood.

Listening to Sonny Rollins -- a fellow madman -- on his birthday.