Another beautiful day. I got up on time, or I tried to but a bunch of dogs were standing on my chest and legs. The morning was crisp, and the bamboo was waving green and leafy in the breeze. One of the puppies spit up in the kitchen, but I didn't step in it. 

I've been a little lazy about my walking. I'm trying not to be. So far, so good. 

It's not cold enough to wear my coat, but hopefully it will be soon. It's a big grey coat with a hood. So cozy. 

I just squashed a massive mosquito that was flying wobbly away, having drunk her fill of my delicious O-Positive blood. I don't feel itchy anywhere yet, but in time the properties of the saliva will cause a violent itching and swelling. I mislike mosquitoes. I will admit they are an important food source, and pollinators, so I'll leave them be. For now.

I dreamed of a large, two-story house in between a triangular intersection. It was apart from other houses, in a little island of green space. It had no driveway, as it would have led right into one of the streets. I don't know what the dream real estate market it is like, but if it's like the waking world that house would still sell pretty easily, even if you couldn't park your car there.

Went out on Saturday night for Jake's bachelor party. It was great because we didn't do anything crazy. We went to a few bars, had craft beers and cigars, listened to some music, saw the city.

The worst thing that happened was some mild difficulty locating a speakeasy, which is rather the point of a speakeasy and is to be expected.

There's a mildew smell in the office. I wonder if that's something I should be concerned about.

"Hey!" I shout. "If there are any mind-controlling fungus back there, you better not try anything! If you take over my mind, you gotta take over all its problems, too! No take-backsies!"