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Sorry I haven't been posting. I haven't really felt like it. Really, I've just wanted to come and tell you about anything and everything related to Mister Bookworm.

We went out again last night (as you can see from my last post) and had a fantastic time even though I was kind of tired.

But constantly gushing over him really doesn't make for a very interesting blog and since he sometimes checks in over here (Hi!) I kind of have to maintain some mystery about me.

Oh, but we ran into one of my coworkers at a bar on Friday night and he asked me about the Bookworm and I was telling him that I'm excited about him and he gave me the worst advice ever. He actually told me that we shouldn't "talk too much."

He had commented that we were very engrossed in our conversation when he saw us and I remarked that we were getting along great and our conversation was lots of fun and long-winded. And he said we shouldn't talk too much.

Whatever.

Anyway, I wasn't going to talk about this more.

I've been looking at the news to see if there's anything I care to write about, but none of it seems very fun or interesting to write about.

Ergo and I are kind of discussing the maintenance of roads in an ideal society, but I think he's going to blog on that, so I will likely wait to let him have first stab at that -- although I'm not especially interested in the question, at least not to the extent that I'd need to be in order to write about it at length.

I'm reading The Three Musketeers. It's fun.

The weather is hot and muggy.

Workouts have been alright.

I mean, what do you want from me?