WE'RE OFF!

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AT LEAST WE DON'T THROW OUR POOP

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I took Friday off of work since I got a couple comp days for working weekends and such. Unfortunately, I forgot I was taking it off until the night before, so on Wednesday I scheduled an 8:30 a.m. Friday morning appointment with my chiropractor. Afterwards I finished watching The Matrix: Revolutions which was all right, and (I thought) better than the vomit-inducing second Matrix movie. Later I went to Runnner's High to get some more running socks, and ran into Shannon, a friend of Ryan's and Camila's. We talked running and WRXs. Then I met up with May Ling in Palo Alto and we had lunch at Cafe [somethingsomething] (I keep forgetting the name) which was good and surprisingly inexpensive.

Since I was out Friday, I had Buddy pick up my spifferiffic new Canon EF 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM Zoom Lens, which I had shipped to work. I'm enjoying the longer focal length, but the IS is a little slower than I'd like. But it has a good zoom range and seems like a pretty versatile lens.

Saturday I had my last training run which went all right. Afterwards I had brunch at The Beach Chalet with my fellow AIDS Marathon-ers. I had dungeness crab benedict which was really good and probably really fatty. Mmmm... That evening I went to the El Stinko Por Los Singles Anti-Valentines party at Walter and Justin and Manish's place. Watched SNL for the first time in a long while. Still as hit-and-miss as ever, which a great emphasis on the "miss".

Sunday I made a conscious decision to sleep in (I basically never sleep in). I went to bed at 2 a.m., and woke up naturally at 9 a.m. After trying pretty hard, I fell back asleep and ended up getting up at 11:15. I spent the next few hours cleaning up the place before Babs came over to see the place. We took Enzo on a walk and then had dinner at Chile's. We both realized that we are often kind of bored, but always think the other is busy, so we don't hang out as much as we could. She claims to be going through Sha-withdrawl, but, I'm trying to convince her that she will get sick of me if I'm over too much. Even I get sick of me. Later that night Matt and Brendan came over so we could watch some episodes of 24.

This morning I went outside to take a few pictures before work, but I realized when I was already on my way to work that I didn't have the memory card in the camera. Other realizations during the commute: a whole heckuva lot of people must have today off, because I was on the 101 (yes, the 101, take that NorCal people!) at 8:30 a.m., and there was no traffic. It was kind of nice. Every day should be a holiday.

This week should be pretty light. I'm just prepping to go to New Orleans, woohoo!

Okay, so I realize that this makes me seem like I'm 5, but this made me giggle when I saw this in my taskbar. (The full title is "AssetFinderUIDs", in case you're curious.)

On Friday I saw with Yar and Rahul. I liked it a lot, and was more than impressed by Hillary Swank's 15+ pounds of solid muscle she gained for the part. Saturday I ran 12 miles. Afterwards watched Alien vs. Predator with Marc and Buddy but had to leave 40 minutes before the end. That evening had dinner with Babs, Domi, and Cheryl at Spice Islands Cafe, and nearly conked out on Babs' couch afterwards. Sunday tried to get tickets for The Killers. Tickets on sale at 10:00am. Tried to get 4 tickets right at 10:00am. Sold out? How? Later had Dim Sum with Cheryl, and fed a red envelope to the lion dancers at Mayflower. Took Enzo on a 1-hour long walk at Stanford. Watched Underworld with Buddy, Marc, and Jess. On the way up, broke 10,000 miles on my car. Met Walter and Matt for dinner at Macaroni Grill. Spaghetti and meatballs. Reached an important milestone on my website. Now at 1008.

Lost ability to type in complete sentences.

Edit: And happy Valen-something something Day.

The official press release:

And another, slightly less formal take from Salon.com:

Happy New Year! A special shout out to all my friends turning 24 this year. It is your year. Make it good.

I'm back. Just survived my first (mini) crunch at work. 13 straight days of work, many 12+ hours days, and I'm still alive. I actually didn't mind it so much first, because it was the first one I'd ever had to go through, and second, because I knew there was a definite end to it. Not that it was kittens and sunshine, but it was tolerable.

Went to Ryan's yesterday for a Superbowl party. Hung out with Don, Katie, Patti, and Laurie, the OG college roommate. Unfortunately, I had pretty much zero loyalty towards either team, so it wasn't as exciting as it could have been. I sort of wanted to root for the Eagles, they being the underdogs, but I couldn't really because 1) I think Terrell Owens is an ass, and 2) they didn't really play all that well. And besides the sleep-inducing first quarter, the Patriots played pretty well. My personal favorite was Tedy Bruschi, and no, not because he looks like DJ from The OC. Okay, not just because of that. You gotta admit that the clip of him playing with his kids on the field before the game was gosh darn adorable. Other than that, the game was kinda mediocre, in my opinion, including the boring-as-all-get-out commercials. However I did discover what has to be the worst selling jersey in all the NFL.

After the game, I was feeling depressed and out of shape, so I headed to the gym at work and did 2 hours of cardio (1 hour biking, 1 hour elliptical.) My chiropractor thinks I'm starting to psych myself out about my knee, so I'm supposed to think positive thoughts.

Send me positive thoughts, dammit.

Poop.

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