It is 11:11 on 11/11.
I had a good time yesterday evening, hanging out with the boy and his (former) roommate Sam. There was much talk of pirates and ninjas, specifically Sam's plans for a Pirate vs Ninja themed wedding. Also, there was debate as to whether my cultural practice of grilling Sam's head could outweigh in importance his culture's belief in surviving. It very nearly led to war.
In case you couldn't tell, last night was a meeting of three minds adept at nonsense. The beer helped.
Today is Friday, and I'm glad of it.