With reference to my essay that I'm writing for my night class tomorrow - the manner in which it has progressed since I left school today has been Calgary losing the Stanley Cup, ribs as a snack, determining where we'd put a pool in the backyard if it turns out we'd like one (and things are looking bright on that front), finding Dani in ICQ, eating another steak for dinner, cheese-stuffed mushrooms for another snack, and becoming President of the Internet. But no actual increase to word count.

I'm sure you're all stunned at that little revelation.