You expected to be productive on December 31?

I managed to put the bins out, but otherwise today is a write-off.

I'm drinking whiskey, watching porn, running fluffy murder mysteries on the TV, and playing Wheel Of Fortune on the Xbox.

Overall brain engagement: Zero.

Pegging is the new vanilla.

A fair point. And the comic runs are fairly distinct, so if they adapt each as a season it'll be less of a disappointment when they inevitably and prematurely cancel it.

I would suggest that "engagement in the chattering class" is more of a scuff mark than an impact.

Happy Hol...ymackerel!

I have a house now, and there's very little outside noise. I don't use the headphones any more, but I still play some kind of long form audio to lull me to sleep.

Dunno if that will help with true insomnia, but I sleep like a corpse this way.

I work nights. Had an apartment neighbor who spent his day screaming at the cat, tv, walls...

I swear I was nearing a psychotic episode from lack of sleep.

Headphones playing films I've seen a hundred times was the solution.

Shut off the outside, give me something to both focus on and ignore.

I like it. Got that sexy assassin/spy vibe.

Absolutely.

I can do 10000 steps without breaking a sweat.

I can't do that for five minutes without having a heart attack.

I've tried.

I'm not sure I fully understand the term myself.

I am, however, determined to keep studying the subject until it is firmly planted in my face.

Head.

In my head.

I like to think I'm reasonably current with the culture of the pop, but I am not at all hep to that jive.

Let's find out. My tongue doubles as a thermometer.