eyes are like windows to the soul; lychees are like white, slimy eyeballs

This evening I had a bizarre but delicious cocktail which was made of vodka, lychee juice, and grapefruit juice, and which was accompanied by a lychee on ice, served on the side in a shotglass. It was meticulous. This is what happens when you let sushi chefs be bartenders.

Also today, I received a missive from a high school debate program seeking an assistant Lincoln-Douglas debate coach. I find this exciting; I am more than a bit geeky. I miss intellectually mauling people with the brute force of my mind! Muhahahaha!

Continuing in reverse-chronological order, the workmen from this morning installed a new circuit breaker in my wall, which is nifty; they also left numerous holes in the walls and ceiling, assuring me that "the plaster people" would come to fix it. I had a previously unblemished stucco ceiling. Somebody had better come make new stucco.