I think I've either made peace with the Jock, or something like that. At the very least, I've changed my view of him, and I can no longer visualize him as gloating when he takes over. He's even *gasp* been helpful. More on that in a moment.
So, I'm still grappling with Con-lag(like jetlag, but with more cosplay and less peanuts) so I've been tired all day. However, I also received my first set of weights while I was away, a pair of walking dumbbells from Gold's Gym. I spent about an hour or so walking around using them while Metal played on my MP3 player. (Metal, as we all know, is much beloved by both geeks and jocks. And vikings.) I also hefted them as I lay around the house, played on the computer, etc.
And that, incidentally, was where the Jock proved he could be useful. I was watching The Daily Show, being exposed to the sheer, unbridled stupidity of our species yet again. As my exasperation grew, the small internal voice I've come to associate with the jock chimed in and suggested I work off my anger with the weights. I did, and I admit I felt much better after the purely mechanical action. And, when push came to shove, I could imagine myself clobbering the various talking heads responsible for it with the weights.

Getting back into the habit of listening to my files, trying to establish more regular hours. Still no job, but I'm looking. Still no CAR, but I'm looking for that, too.
That's about it for tonight. Later, bros.