My weekend, by the numbers:
1 mosquito bite
2 holes in one in miniature golf (3 if you count the time I accidentally knocked Mike's ball into the hole with my own!)
3 massage chairs sat in at Jordan's Furniture
4 hours of driving on Saturday and Sunday (far more, total, than I have driven in the entire month I've been in New York)
OK, I was going to keep going with this, but I found myself reaching into the recesses of my mind in an attempt to remember how many shrimp were in my pasta on Saturday night...and that's when you know your blog entry is making you think too hard. The important thing to remember is that there were 0 break-ups due to irrational panic and/or anxiety! (Only time will tell whether this will be positive or detrimental to my mental health.)
Memo to Adobe Reader that only Carrie will appreciate: When you are "not responding" and I request to "end program now," I mean now, Adobe Reader. I don't mean "in twenty minutes after you leisurely finish loading the page I didn't care to see that much in the first place"; I mean right now. Oh, and coincidences abound: As I was writing that, I flipped to The Learning Channel, which happened to be airing an update on a show about an incredibly obese woman that Carrie and I probably watched together at some point during The Great Television Binge of 2005-2006 (The Dudley Street Years). Viewers will be gratified to learn that the incredibly obese woman is now much less incredibly obese!
And on that happy note, I should retire to bed -- Hannah and I are jogging together in Central Park tomorrow morning (is it weird that the first thing I think of when I think "jogging in Central Park" is "Law & Order episode, probably one that will involve us inadvertantly jogging across a dead body"?), I'm working at my exclamation point job in the afternoon and I might meet up with some Tufts girlfriends in the evening. I think keeping busy is the way to go.
And how about that head butt in the World Cup?!
Monday, July 10, 2006
I walk the streets of love and they're full of fears
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DAMMIT! Unexpected PDF! Ahhh, the Dudley Street Years. I remember them well. It was the summer and fall and winter and spring of the year...
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