(It’s raining right now out there as I sit at my desk at work, listening to Mocean Worker).

Last night I made dinner for Andy and I: blackened Lake Superior whitefish, steamed carrots, macaroni & cheese. The fish turned out very well, and Andy loved it, but I didn’t eat all of mine. I can appreciate that I cooked it well, but I just don’t like fish very much. Unless it’s fish & chips. I don’t like that fishy taste.

Vanilla pudding and cool whip for dessert.

We watched “American Dream” by Barbara Kopple and then had a pretty good discussion about it; we were all fired up, angry at Big Business and the erosion of the working class’ bargaining power. Unfortunately our passions ended up being misdirected and we had a lame, pointless argument whereby we were accusing each other of having “unhealthy” relationships with our computers. I told Andy that he spent too much time stressing out about all the problems with his computer, endlessly fine-tuning and obsessing, and he told me that I’m a fine one to talk seeing as how I’ve met 90% of my friends online and spend hours each day in front of my computer. It ended with a tired sort-of apology on both ends and me going to bed.

Got to get to the gym after work. I feel blobish.