The Holidays begin
Choir is over. I’m home. The boys are sleeping at X’s. And I’m 1/2 way through a really big scotch.
BUI..not as life-threatening as DUI but far more potential for embarassing rambling.
Blogging under the influence. mmmmm gotta love it.
Caught the last half of “Medium.” You can learn a lot from TV. For instance, I learned that SEX produces ENDORPHINS which is why you feel good afterwards…or at least one of the reasons you feel good afterwards. Supposedly running also produces this, but that is a lie. A dirty evil lie. All running produces is pain and hunger.
ANYWAY.
ENDORPHINS are exactly what I need. Endorphins are what I had lots of in October when I was flirting and getting dates with people (like SaxMan.)
November? Not so much.
Although–I have a coffee date on Friday. It’s another engineer, but this one is 31 and Norwegian. Maybe even someone who will go with me to the NLC concert the second weekend in December.
AND
I have an appointment with a legitimate trainer on Saturday. This one is a woman. At an actual public gym.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Be nice to your crazy family and remember: every weird comment, every nasty remark, every spoiled food item is bloggin’ fodder!
Peace.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Last Train to Memphis 2008
Thankfulness 2007
Thank your first commenter day 2006
The New York Times: Shhh, Don’t Say ‘Poverty’ 2004
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Last Train to Memphis 2008
Thankfulness 2007
Thank your first commenter day 2006
The New York Times: Shhh, Don’t Say ‘Poverty’ 2004
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
