robotech_master

Dad's been here, and lunch has been had. Mmmnummy steak. He declared it to be one of the best steaks he'd ever had (to which I said, "How can it be good? It's medium!"—I have mine rare), and I had to admit mine was pretty darned good too.

I handed over Napoleon Dynamite; I also handed over my copy of Tempus Fugit, an interesting little novel that I reviewed on my essay journal. He'd expressed a good deal of interest in reading it; I hope he enjoys it as much as I did.

Now, I'm pretty much in the state where I would be attracted to slimmer women. Hope I can keep my eyes open until the end of work.