Nothing special today. It's my birthday, an occasion I have, so far, celebrated by eating no-fat yogurt for breakfast and a turkey sandwich for lunch. My boss paid for lunch, to celebrate the day. That's something.

I am not writing on the S.E.N. at the moment, although I hope to make some progress this weekend. I just don't care any more.

My bitter disappointment over Tuesday's elections is finding outlet in a remarkably rude essay about how everyone in the country except me is a complete and total idiot. I don't know why I'm writing it. Without the political blog, I no longer have a place to post stuff like that, but considering how much bile I'm spewing so far, I think it may be all to the good if this one remains unpublicized.

Mostly, though, I'm eating chocolate.