I feel really well-programmed today. I have done a lot of work. I swam half a mile. I saw the first half of Tropic Thunder (sloppy, unfunny, I walked out), and the second half of Pineapple Express (seemed good).
Here's an article about how much more interesting a human Mark Spitz was than Michael Phelps:
After the swimming ended, the Germans cringed again when he was asked how he felt about his success in Germany and replied, “Actually, I’ve always liked this country, even though this shade is probably made out of one of my aunts.”
I thought I just saw a mouse run across my floor but I think it was light from the TV.