Work has been really busy lately, to the point where I actually have to take a lunch break instead of just recording a random 30 minute chunk of time after the fact. The constant proofreading work is much more satisfying than getting paid to surf the web. Also: exhausting.

They're renovating the room next to ours, and the three hours of jackhammering alone should suffice to explain why I'm making mint chip ice cream tonight. I'm taking my little screwdriver to work with me tomorrow, as I can't risk an iPod breakdown with all that noise in the background.

I also thought long and hard about a happy hour, but I'm too hungry right after work and no one answered my calls tonight. Which is probably for the best, because that ice cream was a much longer project than anticipated. And it may not have even formed a custard. Who knows. I don't understand custard.