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Just not today. Really gotta get into habituating that boxing class *after* the pilates class. For some reason, I’ve only managed to make both classes work at once, like, three times. Tack something else up on the “things I need to work on” board. But hey – good news is, this is the first week […]

Ah. Warms my heart. thanks, Greg

Or, I won’t watch Carnivale, as Jenn appears to have taken it over to her SO’s. Goddammit.

I’ve just spent the last four hours shopping for clothes and shoes. I hate shopping with a blind, feiry passion. For the record, a women’s size 11 shoe is a men’s size 9, so after spending three hours looking for a fucking decent pair of women’s shoes that I wouldn’t fall over in and repeatedly

Oh, good! State-run news agencies! Right out of 1984! How incredibly quaint. It’s like living in Coldwar Russia. Just wait, give Bush another year, and we’ll be back to teaching 50s-style sex education and wearing — oh, wait. Wait. No, we’re just about there already. Who stole my country? I want it back.

Why does it not surprise me that when Yellow was asked on this conference call what four people we needed to widdle down our pool of thirteen Dallas people to, that one of the four people (in addition to himself), that should go… was me. He was overruled, but I think it’s interesting. So anyhow:

Yellow: Get your shit-kickers and your cowboy hat, we’re going to Dallas. Me: What the hell is this Dallas thing? Nobody said anything to me about it. Yellow: You didn’t get the e-mail from Mosh? Me: Shit, no, nobody — oh, shit, I didn’t… oh I didn’t even bother opening up my work e-mail this

1) There are weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. 2) Social Security will implode tomorrow, even if we don’t steal all that money in order to pay off our war debts. Which we are NOT going to do. 3) The gays are not real Americans, and want to sodomize your children (though how or why

…dumping half a container of instant creamer into your coffee. Oops. I’m so happy it’s Friday.

I think I’m just awestruck. I’ve spent the last six months trying to figure out what the hell I was doing wrong, why I couldn’t do the amount of workouts that I wanted, why my energy was so low, and I was getting increasingly twitchy. Gosh, could it be because I was in famine-mode, and