Going to Menlo Park, going to meet with President of a company that wants to work with us.

Team Lead. That's the big popular kid who scored all the goals huh? Either that or the nerdiest, most involved programmer on a project.

Smiling is somehow easier when I don't care how happy I am. People at work think I am friendly and easy to work with when I'm beaming all the damn time. It's starting to make my face hurt, so I drop it when I'm between densely populated areas of the building.

Woops, I think I overdid it. Someone asked me why I was smiling. I can't very well say, "because I have such contempt for my own emotions that I mock their feebleness," now can I?

My house is clean except for the living room. Maybe I will get one of those cool Bang & Olufsen TVs. If spending foolish amounts of money doesn't fill the void, nothing will.