Next year, I’m having a shirt made with this on it:
I’m going to step out on a ledge here and say that this Bush is more worthy of my vote/trust/respect than the other one.
I’d wager a round of top shelf adult beverages that it has a better personality and a more impressive IQ, as well.
I love daylight savings.
I was able to wake to a pre-lit world today and life makes sense again. I have the energy to lift my feet instead of shuffling them, to make my coffee, to settle in over the keyboard with a bowl of oatmeal without grumbling to myself and being overly dramatic for an audience of none as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. This morning I feel amazingly well rested, knowing full well I slept no more than any other night. It’s the light that tricks me, and I let her.
I’ve also concluded that the only things worthy of waking in the dark and attempting to be coherent are: a)catching plane or b) lovin’. You can see where my problem lies.
This go ’round, the adjustment serves as a quacktastic little reminder that in three weeks I’ll be on a flight to England, and that one of my day trips from London will be to Greenwich where I’ll visit the Royal Observatory and solicit a stranger to snap a shot of me livin’ la vida GMT.
There’s something incredibly romantic about a Lonely Planet…don’t you think?
Knee failure 12 minutes in to my run. Bonus points for a cough that won’t quit because it was the first time I’ve been out since the cold settled on Atlanta.
I’m really becoming a pro at being a gimp.
Saturday, in pictures (aka Sager style).
Breast Cancer Walk early early early in the cold cold cold with the gang…followed by an abundance of solo time and continued/excessive walking because the day was far too spectacular to be spent running errands.
Things are not always what they appear.
Elections, oppression, faith, crime riddled city streets. Me.
I’m exhausted. It cuts my vocabulary by 40% and slows my brain-to-lips travel time by about the same. What comes out is the verbal equivilent of watery oatmeal.
The wonder of words and their embarrassment. I’ve never spoken well and I’d just as soon write my thoughts down…better that than betray them by staggering around them and two stepping on them.
Bah, who cares.
– excerpt from Friday, November 19, 2004
To appease Codie and save my nipples from extinction (he threatened to twist them off if I didn’t make a doctor appointment), in two weeks I have plans to see an orthopedist who specializes in knee issues and maybe we’ll find out once and for all what exactly my problem is.