A bafflingly quiet last night, other than watching Zorikh snore through the director's cut of Army of Darkness (not that I blame him; much like Legend, the studio cut is actually an improvement); tonight, got dropped off at the New Utrecht station for the first- and presumably last- time in my life. Leftover steak of truly astounding proportions in the fridge; much exchanging of property tomorrow, as well as seeing if I can break the curse which seems to prevent my camera from functioning normally for more than three weeks in a row. Also, time to see if I can effect one last bike ride tomorrow, before the encore of June's weather has an encore of its own.