||[Nov. 15th, 2005|11:42 am]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Regarding Monday: Well. That's over then. Thank fucking God.
Dear Gerard Butler,
I watched "Dear Frankie" last night. I want you to know Mr. Butler, sir, that this does, in fact, make up for "The Phantom of the Opera." It also makes up for all those bits of "Tomb Raider" I sat through waiting for your ass to show up. (And by that I mean the actual assular region of your physique, not some slang reference to the whole of you) However, we here at Melly Enterprises wish to remind you that you are still staggeringly in the hole thanks to "Timeline" and you'd best get crackin' on a remedy for that one.
I did it! Yesterday I got five miles in! I ran 4.7 in an hour and then walked the last .3 in the next six minutes. Yay! Go me! Today is my short cardio/weights workout and I really quite badly need it. Who knew?
I'm not in the mood to talk about food right now. It's mostly fine. I'm just not in the mood to talk about a lot.
There's other stuff going on. Good stuff. Bad stuff. Stuff in the middle. Mostly I'm just tired. My head hurts, my eyes are dry and itchy, and the client launch I'm supposed to do today is just getting farther and farther behind.
How are you guys?