Well, Arafat is still alive, at least right now. My cable modem service is dead, though. Has let me through a coupla times, then it's off again. It's really irritating, but I love it when it works, which is most of the time. Arafat may still be alive, but the Queen Mother isn't. 101. I wouldn't mind living that long if I was royalty... but I'm not. 22:25... I did mostly nothing today, just couldn't get in the mood for anything like chores. And the cable still isn't working except for occasionally, so I really can't do any surfing. On call tomorrow starting at 07:00... I have to remember that in case the phone rings at about that time. It did ring about that time this morning, a call from brother Dan. I'm not really clear what was said, but we didn't talk long, I think that I was clear out of it. I called him back later and we had a nice long visit, though. He said some things that made me think, I'll probably write about them later... or maybe not. Even though I've done essentially nothing today, I'm really tired. I really, really need to start exercising. Seems like I've said this before, heh... I really don't have much of a chance of getting this entry up tonight, but I'm gonna try a coupla times before I go to bed. Tomorrow is my journalversary....
KU is dead, though. Killed by brother Dan's Alma Mater, Maryland. (I'm talking basketball here!) OU lost too, so the national championship game won't contain a big-12 team... many thought that it would be a re-match of the 1988 game, but alas! Not to be.