Spazercise, 6/8/2006: I Am A Social Disease
The last 24 hours have been a mixed bag, healthwise. I did manage to do some work with my weights last night, but my poor, underused muscles were still a bit sore from my previous endeavors, so I didn't overdo it. This morning I was beat down, so I wussed out and took the elevator. The one consolation is that, for once, I'm tired because I was up late doing something fun.
drcttotheleft and I grabbed our machetes and hip waders for a trek to Jersey, where we had a pleasant (and very tasty) dinner with cherryblonde29 and her boyfriend. We also got to see their house for the first time. It is cozy and lovely and cool. I also got a brief glimpse of suddhadvaita, who I haven't really seen in person since she stopped working at The Store Of Knowledge in... early 2001? Now that she's a teacher (and by all accounts a very good one), I somehow assumed she must be taller, but no. She's still a wee slip of a girl.
drcttotheleft and cherryblonde29 don't get to see each other very often, so they enjoyed catching up and sharing Rowan war stories. It's interesting to watch them fall easily back into conversational patterns and structures that they favored when they were living together. Unfortunately, I'm old and decrepit these days, so a Bastard's bedtime is usually around 10:00. Crawling into bed after midnight has definitely taken its toll. Despite my dragging ass, I resisted the insidious charms of soda, so I feel a smidgen of pride about something this morning.
Okay. I'm off to feign productivity.
drcttotheleft and I grabbed our machetes and hip waders for a trek to Jersey, where we had a pleasant (and very tasty) dinner with cherryblonde29 and her boyfriend. We also got to see their house for the first time. It is cozy and lovely and cool. I also got a brief glimpse of suddhadvaita, who I haven't really seen in person since she stopped working at The Store Of Knowledge in... early 2001? Now that she's a teacher (and by all accounts a very good one), I somehow assumed she must be taller, but no. She's still a wee slip of a girl.
drcttotheleft and cherryblonde29 don't get to see each other very often, so they enjoyed catching up and sharing Rowan war stories. It's interesting to watch them fall easily back into conversational patterns and structures that they favored when they were living together. Unfortunately, I'm old and decrepit these days, so a Bastard's bedtime is usually around 10:00. Crawling into bed after midnight has definitely taken its toll. Despite my dragging ass, I resisted the insidious charms of soda, so I feel a smidgen of pride about something this morning.
Okay. I'm off to feign productivity.