Not much output last night. That little beach ball appeared after just about every stroke. When you're working in a five-year-old program on a five-year-old laptop, occasional slow performance is to be expected, especially when you've got a sixty-three-year-old operator at the controls. The post-game show was mostly a blur. I must have accidentally ordered a curare and tonic instead of the usual martini. I do recall someone speculating on the potential pain associated with receiving an Irish lap dance. I think it might have been me.