02/11/05: Friday 7:11 AM

Like going to the gym, so is the mind-set of keeping up with the blog. This morning I awoke about a minute before my 6:55 AM alarm, again making me wonder if I have a rather precise, internal clock. Sure, it only seems to work when I haven't been trying to stay up all night, so my value to the military is suspect. Keep working on that Transporter Room, boys!

Last night I did make it down to Ikea at Patomac Mills, and yes, I retrieved the last set of grey "ENETRI" shelves (the box really had my name on them!). The two boxes are leaning against a wall in my bedroom right now, waiting for tomorrow.

The roommate and I stopped off at Famous Dave's for dinner on the way back last night. Our waitron, Katie G, was affable without being cloying. She had an air of a country girl who had dealt with a legion of bused-in tourists from lands beyond; the burgeoning metroprole. Anyway, at one point in the meal the roommate asked for another Diet Coke. She replied in a fawned-emotive, childspeak manner "nnooooooo." This proves once again that the roommate is an abuse target.

Katie G got a bigger tip for that from moi.