Sunday

There's nothing much to write, yes, but I'm in a good mood and I thought that deserved to be blogged.

I am in a good mood.

I'm not thinking about my unfinished translation about Java (not the Hutt), I'm not thinking about the pile of unwashed dishes. I'm thinking about how good I feel, how good the programming on my favorite radio station is on Sundays, and I'm still chuckling at Belendor's last confession: that he fosters a secret tenderness for Cristina Aguilera.

Chuckle.

Cheers.