Wednesday, January 7, 2004

3:08AM. Gotta love that. I've been editing video from last weekend's Palm Springs trip for most of the night as well as perusing jobs on Monster.com and watching Romeo Must Die.

So 2004, rock. I'll be 23 this year and I will finally be able to fully relate to the song "Pardon Me." It's still my favorite Incubus song. They have a new album coming out in a few weeks and that makes me very very excited.

I bought a drill and a shitload of bits today. I had a gift card to Home Depot. My drill is awesome! I'm excited about a drill...but it has a gel grip and it's cordless and dammit tools are just straight cool!

I've recently bought a whole shitload of books. As Arthur Schopenhauer said, "Buying books would be a good thing if one could also buy the time to read them in: but as a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents."

Yesterday (Monday) I ran a mile in 6 minutes and 52 seconds. I hadn't run in months. I almost died. I was wheezing for nearly 20 minutes afterward. This simply will not do. I must get back into shape. I'd do yoga, but I can't afford it. So it's gonna be straight running and pushups and whatever else is free. At least I have cool white snap-away pants to work out in.

There are six Chewy Chips Ahoy cookies schemingly staring at me. If I eat these remaining cookies, I will have eaten an entire one pound package in one night. Whether I do or not, my stomach will remain in its current disorder.

My hair is over four inches long. Not the longest it's ever been, but I think I'm due for a haircut.