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A guy at work saw a duck on the screen that was clearly just a duck and asked (legitimately) if it was the AFLAC duck. He may be watching too much commercial TV.

Yesterday three people came in to my store decked out in their St. Patrick's day regalia, green from head to toe. I asked what made them start two days early, and horrible realization washed over their faces as it dawned on them that they'd confused the Ides of March with their favorite drinking holiday. Whoops.

Normally I'd just say something relating to Caesar here (and I probably should, since I'm about to publish a game based on him, but whatever). Instead, I'm going to lament the fact that my usually-dormant-these-days anger has been all too frequent for about a couple of weeks, and I can't really explain why, because things have been perfectly fine.

I guess it actually could be stress over the game, but I'm not sure. At any rate, if you have suggestions for getting the endorphins going and not lashing out, I'm all ears, because at the moment I feel like I can't do it alone.

I have to use my wife's computer while mine is fixed. This thing is molasses.

Yesterday we came back from LA, and my daughters, who apparently have walnut-sized bladders, made us stop about ten or twelve times in what would have been a five-hour trip.

Time now for three days off that require no walking around beaches nor theme parks. I'm definitely ready for that.

Today the Casa de Leche heads to Disneyland. I'm already burnt to a crisp from the girls' first trip to a beach yesterday. How does a 36-year-old man forget to use sunscreen when everyone else applied it on the way there? Well, here's hoping it's overcast or something.

Spooky asked me to put this up yesterday, since he was going to be on the road.

I should've scheduled it, but that'd be too easy, so I'm putting it up on the fly while I get ready for work.