I just got back from a two mile walk through the park. It's a little chilly, but getting kinetic felt good. That counteracts the electrification of the TV and computer I've been overindulging in.

This girl in the library check-out line, she must have been 12 years old, was checking out several fat books on Hitler, and a few on numerology. The guy scanning the books asked her, "You're not a Hitler-lover, are you?"
"No," she replied.

Time to watch some movies. I rented Reign of Fire, Powerpuff Girls, and Storytelling.