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I planned on going to bed and hour ago... but at least I updated the Secret Room site and secretroom community.

Between Mac and Cheese, Fried chicken and Tiramisu for Buffy-night dinner I expect everyone to die of a heart attack tonight.

Ran into fermi on the street today waiting for my ride home. One half of my brain was saying "It's Fermi! Say hello!" while the other half was yammering about "Who is this guy? Do we know him? He knows us? Who is it?" I guess this is what happens when you see someone in dark clubs 90% of the time.

Bad way to start the day

The bad news of the day:

My friend Brian Dalton was killed last night in a motorcycle accident.

Brian was one of the people in the "so nice everyone likes him" category.

He's still logged into havoc as I write this. 19 Hours, 17 minutes idle...

Note: Adding insult to injury, this is 2 days past his first wedding anniversary.