7:30: I can’t help it. I just get up.

7:35: Kansas played last night! How’d we do.

7:36: Shit.

7:38: Ok, brew tea.

7:41: Goddamn it, we could have won the Big 12 North.

7:59: Guess we could still beat Mizzou.

8:30: Web sites of NYT, FT and my latest favorite read, the South China Morning Post, completed. I contemplate.

8:31: Verdict: The world is fucked.

8:32: Wonder what’s on Phog.net.

9:40: I should probably go for a run.

9:59: Yes, a run.

10:12: I mean, now.

11:17: Well, look who’s up. And how did you sleep, Dr. No?

11:21: Yeah, sure, I’ll buy you breakfast. Because we have a refrigerator full of eggs and onions and tortillas. Yes. Good idea.

12:15: OK, local Vietnamese place was an awesome idea after all.

12:52-3 p.m.: Read weekend FT and SCMP, front to back. Drink Victoria Bitter.

3-5: There’s some work. Not much. Time to play Spore!

6:30: The ‘hood got its first wine shop! Sign says there’s a tasting!

7:04: No tasting. In other news, wine from India? Maybe good idea in concept.

Rest of evening: Drine wine. Eat chicken. Watch Deadwood. Play piano. Nice to have a quiet Sunday for a change.