At a local garage I pass on the way to work, they've posted this little sign in the grass, and all it says is "Fly, NASA, Fly!"

My mom e-mailed me this morning with an e-mail scam, followed by: "did you reach the stairway summit by nightfall so you could set up camp???" The answer is yes, but it sucks that I had to walk up and down a parking deck to get this exercise in. I've filled my backpack with textbooks (oh, so much like high school), and now I'm going to try to carry it with me whenever I take the dogs on a walk. I will certainly look silly, but oh well.

I was up late last night watching West Wing. Ack, cursed Nick for bringing that into my house!

I had a really hard time getting up this morning, I was just moving at a crawl.

Is that enough disjointed thinking for one day?

Tonight: sailing.

In other awesome news, Burt Rutan's Scaled Composites has set a launch date. Ok, so I'm a little obsessive (in a groupie sort of way) with this company -- but they are about to be the first private enterprise that puts three people into space (and I was convinced it would be them before they even announced they were competing). Of course, someone could still beat them to the punch. Regardless, this is just damned cool.

I am also about to have an imminent household items crisis -- I need more glasses, plates, coffee table, end tables, bookshelves, pots, serving dishes... basically you name it. I had offers to get all these things for graduation, but since I was attempting to move to Switzerland with only two suitcases, I foolishly turned all these things down. Sigh.