I did get myself a set of Dremel-brand bits and put about 10,000 highway miles on my electric drill using those. And even with all that sanding, it still wasn't enough -- when I put the stain on this morning I saw hundreds of little scratches left from the coarse grinding, not worn down by the finer stuff. Damn. Oh well, some of the fancier places add that stuff to their new furniture and call it "antiquing"; thus will I embrace my fuck-ups as... character. Sort of like how I deal with the rest of my life.

Spent much of my day fighting with the wireless network: now that I can watch any baseball game at any time, I feel this overwhelming urge, call it a need, to be out on my back lawn, swinging ever-so-slightly in the hammock, laptop computer open on my big gut, my arm over the side holding a glass of wine.

Now that's living.

I may need to move the Linksys router to the other side of the house.