I had a big weekend planned: Giants game tonight with my brother, then tomorrow night a friend was taking us to the Berkeley Rep, and finally Sunday the last game of the Giants' season with Neal. Right now only the last of those events is a possibility.
My brother came by and got the tix for tonight's game ... he's going without me. He called around 4:15 and said he was on his way from Walnut Creek. I got the tickets out and waited for him to come. About half an hour later he arrived ... and as he used the bathroom, I realized I didn't have the slightest idea what I'd done for the previous 30 minutes.
I'm not even sure this blog post is about reality.