Oh, my poor, neglected blog. Sorry, guy, didn't mean to hurt you. It's been a weirdly busy week, and now that I'm on my weekend, it's all about doing absolutely nothing -- my torpor is such that I honestly meant to write this at about 10 a.m. (hence the lame title), but it's now 1:30, and I can't think of a new title so that one stays.
Accomplishments for the weekend: remember Bubla's horseradish vodka? There's now a jar of vodka steeping with onions and Bulgarian hot peppers in the kitchen. Should be ready in a couple days. And, yeah, that's my sole accomplishment for the last two days (other than getting the living room a little bit clean). I meant to write something of substance, but that'll come later. I feel more like a nap now.