So I got picked up (I think) at the laundramat this evening. I sit down to consume the WSJ and pour over my latest 10-K (ATAR, probably a no-go), and get hit with a cursory "what are you reading?". The next two hours or so (got distracted) were... interesting. It is a pity it was a guy, although a very nice one. Gave very good hand massages (ah, massuase). I certainly was honest, and couldn't tell if he was also just very extroverted, denial, or what -- I really don't decode the protocols very well. I still know shit about flirting, counter-flirting, etc.
Ten teams for Fall League, 160 people signed up. Team selection tomorrow. Also, scheduled a free chiropractic exam. And the Botrics numbers are interesting.