As if I’m not doing enough sudden exercise what with biking daily and gymming 3 times a week (ok, I’ve only gone twice so far, but I REALLY want that Rogue bust), I’m going to start a *shudder* running regime. I’m doing this for several reasons, primary among them being that I’m barking mad. But: see, I have this irrational desire to do triathalons. Or at least _a_ triathalon. I love biking and swimming and competing, which is 3/4ths of the necessary goods to do a triathalon. I *hate* running.…
*man*
Man. I have a Friday morning 9am meeting EVERY WEEK and EVERY WEEK it sneaks up on me. Very annoying. I actually got up and went to the gym this morning. I didn’t *want* to and I almost *didn’t*, because the alarm went off at 6 and I thought: I’ll get up when the snooze goes off. But then the snooze didn’t go off, and I woke up at 6:26 and said, “Crap.” And got up and went to the gym, because I don’t get to have the new Rogue…
whew.
Well, I’ve fixed most of the layout problems on the site redesign I’m working on. There’s one more obvious one, and then I’ve got to really get to work on font crap and on altering the remaining modules, because God Almighty there’s a lot to do, and QA’s supposed to start Monday. Blah. Off to bike, now, though! It looks like rain, so I want to go earlier today instead of later. *scoots*
milk!
Milk! That was it. That was the funny thing I was going to mention. Emily stopped at the store and bought 2 gallons of milk yesterday. Shaun stopped on the way home and bought another gallon. Now we have 3.5 gallons of milk. This may be more than even _I_ can drink before it expires!
good movie
Emily and I went to _About A Boy_ last night, and I really enjoyed it. (Actually, so did Emily.) When we left the theatre, it was *pouring* rain, so I was very glad I’d gone biking earlier in the day instead of waiting til after the movie, or skipping the movie in favor of biking. Anyway, good movie! Worth seeing! I was going to say something else about something amusing, but I can’t remember what it was. *squint* Well, maybe it’ll come back to me.