See the love
There that's sleeping.

The Beatles, "While My Guitar Gently Weeps"
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I made it back to the pub for the first night in a long time. It's one of the few places that's open late enough to provide you with a great meal after 9:30pm in Thousand Oaks. Of course, it was a Monday night, so it was kinda quiet, so it gave me a chance to exorcise a few demons without being haunted or tempted, I guess.

Here are a few words I attempted to use in a game of Upwards against Jamie and Grant:

amine
qua

Day Thirteen
Went out with friends

So technically I'm not suppose to have visitors at work, but I'm sure that it's not possible for them to know the difference if, say, a client from Boeing were to arrive for a lunch meeting and we were discuss business over food. This seems reasonable to me.

I've been trying to decide on which books to bring. Technically, I'm only allowed four books while I'm in custody, and while I know it wouldn't be difficult for me to rotate the books in and out (nor do I think would they care), in the event that you were stuck in prison with four books, which would they be?

Here's my list so far:
The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
My Journey Back to Life, Lance Armstrong
The Holy Bible
The Holy Qu'ran

Other possibilities include a variety of Russian novels, the collected works of Shakespeare, and various books on teaching yourself another language (though I'd probably select German just to shore up what I already know, or perhaps Spanish so that I don't accidentally say Soy muerto para hombre).