The revamped site of the Los Angeles Public Library is way too much fun, and eats hours of my time. Watch out for the photo collection. It's like a digital roach motel; Web surfers go in, but they don't come out.
Running on three hours of sleep, and coming down with something viral. It might be a cold, but the presence of some queasiness makes me think it might be a flu. I'll have to run the heat, and that means very limited Sluggo. This is me not being happy.