don't piss my dog off..

My Top Ten Local Bands of 08

In no particular order:

Morning Benders
Audrye Sessions
Magic Bullets
Birdmonster
The Hundred Days
Film School
French Disco
Tracing Figures
Lovemakers
Persephones Bees

the curious case of this hollywood film

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button will be showing in theaters tomorrow, Christmas Day, and when the trailers, advertising/marketing ads came out a couple months ago, I thought, WOW! Hollywood made a movie based off one of my favorite novels, Confessions of Max Tivoli by Andrew Sean Greer. I got excited and told everyone I knew that this film is from Greer's novel.

But, oddly enough, this Hollywood movie is supposedly based on one of F. Scott Fitzgerald's short stories written back in the 1920s. I went to the library yesterday, found Fitzgerald's short story, which is about 20 or so pages long, and his story doesn't match the film at all. The film is largely based on Greer's novel. Did Hollywood take an idea from Fitzgerald, find Greer's novel, a bestseller since 2004, and write the script to match Greer's storyline?

Here's an interesting podcast of Albom interviewing Greer and you can decide if Hollywood took liberties with Greer's novel and falsely credited Fitzgerald.

Oh, and Happy HOLIDAYS!

last showing of Milk @ Castro theater

who else is at work today?

I'm researching for my future trip to Barcelona, shopping for deals, deciding what continuing education courses to take, and eating lots of truffles and holiday cookies lying around the office.

It's quiet and I should take the opportunity to get my work done but honestly, I can finish everything in an hour or two and I still have tomorrow in the office to look forward to.

why I deserve coal on christmas

Based on what I did today and the lame excuses I have to justify it..

1) Stepped on the back of a woman's heel while getting off Bart this morning and didn't apologize. (I was in a rush)
2) Cut open a chocolate pastry, took all the chocolate out of it and left the bread part. (I was craving chocolate)
3) Carefully sliced the sugary coating off a donut and left the doughy, plain part for someone else. (I needed sugar)
4) Called a friend on my cell by accident and hung up. Friend called back and I didn't answer. (Blamed the iphone)
5) Returned a dress I wore to a party after deciding it wasn't worth keeping. (I had it dry cleaned before the return)
6) Removed someone's lunch from the microwave in mid-cook so I could heat my lunch. Person arrived, took their lunch and I didn't say anything. (I was hungry)

The day is only half over.

port-a-potty problem

Our remodeling has taken much longer than we expected and the number of contractors we hired over the course of this project requested a port-a-potty in front of the flat so they wouldn't have to make the one block trek to the Starbucks or Lucky's to use the restrooms.

My brother found a portable toilet renting company in the bay area and had one placed next to our front tree several months ago. Other than the student renters on our block who have tossed their cigarette butts, soda cans and other garbage in there, we've been fortunate that toilet vandalism hasn't occurred, until yesterday.

We were notified by the port-a-potty "cleaner" that there was a lock on the door and he wasn't able to clean it. We have never locked it before so my brother called all the contractors who worked for us and asked them about it. No one knew. Was this a prank by one of the student renters in the neighborhood? Who would create such an inconvenience for us? My brother checked it out. The lock was brand new.

My family and I started speculating while watching "Fringe", the sci-fi drama, and ideas about conspiracies filled our heads. Who's against our remodel? Are the neighbors planning to gang up on us? What if they break into the flat by way of the garage doors and set the place on fire? We all got riled up, shouting ensued and I threatened to put a note on every neighbor's front door to sleuth out who put that lock on our port-a-potty.

So, my dad had enough. He woke up early this morning, drove to the flat, and with a hack saw and large pliers since liquid nitrogen wasn't readily available, broke the lock, and found a life's worth of a homeless person's belongings. Piles of stuff in heavy duty garbage bags. He tossed the bags to the side and put our own padlock on the door. Then he called and angrily told me what he did and that I better not "act like some vigilante" and harass the neighbors tonight. Okay, Dad. I won't start gang warfare in my neighborhood now that the port-a-potty problem was solved.

before and after

Before the chop-chop and hair dye.



The horror after I couldn't style it the way the stylist did it.

Feast for your eyes

Happy Thanksgiving!

local band snapshot

Phil Benson fronting Magic Bullets @ Independent last night.

PC Magazine closing doors to print

It's been circulating for some time and now, the news is out. PC Mag has closed it's doors to print and will pool all their resources into online.

PCWorld, a long time competitor to PC Mag, will still maintain their print magazine but what will become of it in the future? Will PCWorld follow suit and become 100% digital?

O'Reilly dissed my hometown

I read the Huffington Post weekly and I found this story about SF, besides one sided, rather amusing.



A couple things I wanted to point out:
O'Reilly mentioned that SF was "once a working class town blessed with natural beauty". It still IS! If Fox News only focused on the seedy side of the city, what can you expect? He also said that "almost every city has a tenderloin district...the North Beach in San Francisco is that." Really? Last I checked, they are two distinct neighborhoods. Someone at Fox didn't do their homework. But this last statement from Jesse Watters (the Fox producer), proclaimed "almost every single neighborhood..has a dark underbelly that seeps into the regular society." I wonder where the "dark underbelly" is located in my neighborhood. I should check it out.

And why am I watching Fox News? I want to find out what the enemy is up to..

while I'm chewing my gummi bears...

I realize that they are of the male species. Gummi = chewy = male.

CA prop 8 voting results

Although I am disappointed with the final results, we sometimes forget that not everyone living in California are liberal minded. Look how many counties voted "Yes".

The influx of Mormons petitioning for the ban and the excessive amount of money they put into their ad campaign paid off. That was their plan, according to my uncle who is a devout Mormon. Most people don't know that a part of my extended family on my father's side are Mormon. During the rare family visits, my brother and I find ourselves discussing their religious points of view versus ours and we've learned to respect each others' point of view and agree to disagree. Because in the end, change is inevitable and when it's time, it will happen.

"really?"

OBAMA DAY!

VOTE!

Rational voting

Now that election day is right around the corner (tomorrow!), every other political supporter is out there on the streets in full force trying to drum up votes for their nominee. Besides the usual sign bearing, poster holding, brochure passing citizens, there are the anonymous people on the street asking about my political leanings.

While walking down the non-gentrified part of Mission St. (far outer mission) with a friend the other night post dinner, a guy with greying hair and a slight hunch brushed past us before slowing to our pace to ask if we lived in District 11. Yes, there is a District 11 in the city; one that no one's heard of or thinks exists.

"I hope you didn't vote for Ahsha because he's corrupt and will only do harm to our community." he said. My friend just nods at him with the hope he would go away. I, on the other hand, told him I already voted.
"Do you mind me asking who you voted for?"
"I'd rather not say." I said.
"Well, you seem like an intelligent person so I'm going to guess that you didn't vote for Safai."
"right, I didn't actually. I voted for someone else." I replied.
"good, good" he said, before wishing us a nice night and scurried on ahead.

My friend looks at me and announces that she's planning to vote for Safai. Why? I wanted to know. She proceeds to tell me that he seems like a nice person and would make positive changes to our district. She couldn't give me specifics other than he looks like a good person.

Okay, voting based on feelings for a candidate is fine but having nothing to back it up is not the wisest decision. I tend to vote for candidates based on what they have done, not what they say they are going to do. Words hold little weight when there's no action to back it up. In the case of several District 11 candidates, they say what they will do but they lack the credentials or experience to make it happen.

I admit that I make decisions based on feelings, like I did over a week ago, and although the end result was disappointing, I can chalk it up as a lesson learned and never doing it again. But these are candidates we are voting into office for much longer than, say, a four hour period of time on a friday night, but I digress.

Another friend of mine told me he overheard a guy say he wouldn't vote for Obama because he didn't want a black man as President. I was speechless. In this day and age, it's hard for me to realize that there are people still ignorantly racist in the bay area. Maybe I'm sheltered and I don't know what's really going on in the minds of the average American citizen. I suppose everyone has their beliefs, usually based on past experiences and feelings, which they hold onto and vote accordingly. But things change all the time and hard facts remain the same. I wish people would keep an open mind and make sound, rational judgments when voting tomorrow and not go by "gut feelings" or that the candidate appears "nice" in print.

what not to wear on Halloween

if it was an electric fence..

remodeling setback

My brother and I found out a couple days ago that our electrician forgot to wire half my flat to the circuit breaker after the walls have been put up. NO WONDER there's no power in the outlets. Who makes that kind of mistake? Now, he's not returning our calls...

Electrician rating: FAIL

things that make me happy

This is an ongoing list which my friend and I discussed several years ago when we were both in unfortunate situations that put a damper on our lives. I won't go into details about your situations but we decided to make a list of things that make us happy as a way to get us out of our rut. She made her list, is better because of it and two years later, I still didn't have mine when she requested it today.

"where's your list?" She asked. "this was you homework for the weekend and you didn't do it?" I gave her a blank stare, said I had to get back to work, and rushed back to my office.

My friend even bought me a "Ten things that make me happy" business sized card which you can laminate and carry in your wallet. I still have that sad, little card on my bureau at home, gathering dust. For some reason which I haven't figured out yet, it's more difficult to write up the list than I imagined.

Today, after being scolded for the thousandth time, I thought up 7 out of 10 items in the last ten minutes. Huge progress for me. But now, I have "additional homework" and I'm supposed to be specific about each item on the list. bah. I'm only doing this because it's good for my soul and as my friend stated, "if someone asks what you like to do. you can sincerely answer the question..."

And what's on my list? That is forthcoming once I think about the specifics..

got the iphone

After little consideration and a lot of patience, I traded in my blackberry for an iphone 3G last week. Getting the phone activated took longer than I had hoped. For one, my blackberry was under my company plan. My cell number needed to be released and placed on an individual plan under my name. This took several calls between my telecom contact and At&T before the number was mine. An hour later, I had my iphone in hand and out the door.

My coworker let me borrow his iphone case because I was still looking for the best deal on the net for a cover. He found my phone pathetic with it's original plastic nicely scotch-taped in place. Well, it worked at the time...

officially on vacation to work manual labor

I've taken nearly the whole week off work to do manual labor on my flat and get some things completed before the winter season sets in. And first on the list; replacing windows. Ten of them, 5 in each flat by week's end.

My dad, brother and I started removing the first set of windows in my bedroom and we made good progress so we moved into the kitchen and removed that window.



** my brother and dad prepping the window opening



** new windows in master bedroom



** the kitchen window



** kitchen window from the backyard

Three replaced in one day! Not bad considering we never replaced windows and just read up about how to do it on the net last week.

Barack the vote!

Yes, I already voted and dropped my absentee ballot in the mail. But I felt that wasn't enough. I want Obama in the oval office and how can I help our Democratic party in making that happen? By volunteering and donating, that's how!

I attended a concert fundraiser for Obama at BOTH last night and had a blast. Go OBAMA!



And now I have a new favorite local band.

I'm sticking with my tea

because coffee does weird shit to me...

Last Presidential Debate tonight!

WATCH IT, LIVE! 6:00pm PST

another bay area company bankrupt

Remember Mother's Cookies?



If you grew up in the Bay Area, those little white and pink, artificially flavored, sugar coated with sprinkles, circus animal shaped cookies were a regular treat after dinner at home. I ate many and have filled cavities to prove it. Unfortunately, the company who makes the cookies filed for bankruptcy and are closing their doors for good. Boo

not again

I can't believe I've been shafted..again. Wow..

when there is nothing left to burn...

I attended the Stars concert w/ my concert buddy last night at the Fillmore and had a great time despite missing the opening act (my fault). They are now on my favorite band list. :)


****courtesy of "bstrand" on flickr

I read "ALL OF THEM"

From the few interviews that Sarah Palin has done, this one is a classic..

one word..

YUM

Surgery completed..

I had my surgery last Thursday at 2:30ish. My appt was originally scheduled for 12:30p but the docs weren't ready for me until two hours later.

Hospitals are like assembly lines. The hospital coordinator called my name where I sat for two hours in the waiting room. My mom, who was with me, and I were led to the fourth floor surgery pre-op room. There was a white board with a list of surgeries scheduled for that day. I saw my name and was assigned gurney #27. There were 30 gurneys lined up wall to wall with only curtains between each in that one room and most were filled with other patients waiting to go into surgery. We all looked frightened.

A nurse came by, told me to change into a hospital gown, took my stats, and asked me several questions about my health. My anesthesiologist arrived, asked me a dozen more questions, told me they will shove a breathing tube down my throat once I'm knocked out, and he will be in charge of monitoring my vitals during surgery. Another nurse came by, prepared the IV and wasn't too successful in getting the needle inserted because my veins kept collapsing. She finally got it in and started pumping me with anesthesia. Several residents and the head surgeon came by to explain exactly what they will do to me. I asked my questions and voiced my concerns before finally getting a "there's a 50/50 change that the arch won't stay up and in that case, we'll have to consider other options to stabilize the arch which means incisions in your face." Oh, joy..

They asked if I was ready to go, and started wheeling me to the elevator. Then I passed out.

I woke up groggy and my head hurt. My hair was caked with dried blood from the incision they made and there was a splint taped to my face to protect the zygomatic arch. I was still lying on my gurney but in another room with an attending nurse keeping an eye on me. This was the Post Anesthesia Care Unit. The nurse woke me every hour to see how I was doing.

My mom and several friends greeted me and extended their visit until I was fully awake. I kept asking how I looked and everyone said I looked great but no one offered to give me a mirror. Bad sign. I was told the surgery was successful and the actual procedure took about 15 minutes. There were no major complications. My heart rate did drop to 40 which caused some concern while I was on the operating table. I had mentioned to one of the residents earlier that I was going to play dead and see how low my heart rate can go while in a deep sleep. I guess I wasn't completely joking.

I was discharged around 9p and went home to rest. I was still high from the anesthesia and whatever anti-anxiety meds they gave me earlier.

The next morning, I was depressed. I took one look at my face and went into freak mode. It looked liked the arch collapsed and I called the hospital and left a frantic message. My face was swollen so I couldn't really tell if the arch collapsed or not but I thought it did. I refused to get up out of bed and spent the whole day feeling sorry for myself.

I tried to sleep with my head hanging off the side of the bed, hoping gravity will pull the arch back in place but all that did was give me a migraine, swell the left side of my head up, and make my neck ache.

I removed the splint and washed off the dried blood from my hair. My face is still swollen and my head throbs every so often but I'm feeling better today.

what the surgeon will be doing to me tomorrow...

A 3-cm incision placed 4 cm superior to the zygomatic arch and posterior to the temporal hairline can be fashioned to allow direct access to the arch. This approach (ie, Gillies approach) allows accurate fracture reduction via a bimanual technique. After creating a skin incision, the dissection is carried down through the superficial temporal fascia and the temporalis muscle fascia (deep temporal fascia). A plane is carried forward, superior to the temporalis muscle to the zygomatic arch.

Once this conduit is created, a periosteal elevator is positioned beneath the zygoma. Lateral traction is placed on the elevator while the surgeon's free hand palpates the fracture site during reduction. Once hemostasis is ensured, the fascia and skin are closed in the usual fashion. Take care to close the wound with all layers reanastomosed to their respective anatomic partners. Advantages of the Gillies approach include a scar camouflaged by the patient's hair; accurate, bimanual fracture reduction; and a remote chance of injury to the temporal branch of cranial nerve VII.

if only I ran instead of biked..

There are days when you look back and think about the decisions you made and all the what ifs that could have changed your current predicament. Today is one of those days.

What if I decided to go for a run instead of a bike ride? What if I chose to walk my dog or hop in my car and drive to the beach instead. What if I wore my bike gloves and kept my sweatshirt on while biking down Illinois St. rather than stop earlier on 3rd St. and resort to wearing my tank top because it was getting warm?

Of course, it's pointless to think about the what ifs because the damage is already done. I had a bike accident.

I left my house that Sunday morning around 10:30a and rode down Geneva to Bayshore to the blocked off streets designated by the Sunday Streets event. Once I arrived, I felt safer and more confident riding without worrying about vehicles. Maybe the false sense of security made me too confident.

I was standing to the left when this photo was taken before I rode ahead ten minutes later. When I reached Illinois St., there were old train tracks criss-crossing the road. I tried to cross perpendicular to the tracks and failed miserably when my front tire fell into the track groove. I fell down on my left and my face managed to break my fall first. My helmet was unscathed and probably saved me from a concussion. I suffered various lacerations to my hands, shoulder, side and wrist as well as bruising along my thigh, hip and arm.

My left side of my face received the worse damage. I fractured my left cheek bone and dented it inward. There's minimal road rash on my face but I'll have a huge black and blue mark around my eye and cheek. There's likely nerve damage because my face is still numb from below the eye socket down to my upper lip.

I can't open my mouth that much without feeling a dull pain. There's a constant smell of dry blood from my left nostril. I have one of those freakish half smiles that looks more like an evil smirk. If I stand up or move my head around too quickly, I can feel the blood flowing through my face. It leaves a tingling sensation like crawling ants and I have to let the feeling subside before I get too lightheaded.

Since the accident, I'm down to 128lbs. That's fairly slight for my frame. I think I lost most of the weight from throwing up all day in the emergency room Sunday. Everything made me nauseous. I'm eating more now but it'll be a while before I can gain the weight back. I can already tell that my body is breaking down muscle mass for energy.

I'm currently taking Augmentin, a penicillin type of antibiotic. And I was also given Phenergan to treat nausea and vomiting as well as Vicodin. Despite the dull pain in my face, I'm not taking Vicodin for the time being. I figure after surgery, I'll need it but right now, I can deal with the discomfort.

we all scream for ice cream!

The ice cream man is visiting South Park TODAY @ 1:30p passing out a choice of six different ice cream bars until they run out!

all look same..

There's the Chinese stereotype and then, there's this..

Mine are just as loud..

why didn't anyone tell me..

I had pen markings on my face and the few internal clients that visited my office this afternoon pretended that nothing was wrong. Did they really think that those pen markings would magically disappear on it's own? Why doesn't anyone say anything?

Lucky for me I made a trip to the bathroom...

Next time someone has a booger hanging out of their nose, I'm not saying shit.

Lunch in South Park

Seriously, there are way too many people working near and around South Park. It's like the invasion of 20-something web 2.0 conference members descending on the few worthy, and inexpensive lunch places in the area.

I remember the good ol' days right after the dotcom bust and all those startup companies lacking in real services to sell to the populous ran out of funding and folded. There were no lines in front of Mexico au Park stretching out into the sidewalk. You didn't have to wait 15 min for a table at the Butler and the Chef. Brickhouse actually didn't run out of soy milk. Now, all the kids have returned with new ideas and new funding from well-established companies like Google, Yahoo, and Microsoft.

In any case, I was patient today (cause it's my b-day and old age slows you down) and amused myself with guessing if the 15 or so guys standing in line with me were programmers, analysts, project managers or dba's.

when does "digg" become part of my job?

About once a month, my company has a mini meeting where the head honchos give us all an update on what's in the pipeline and how we are meeting budget compared to last month.

As always, online is growing and print is holding steady. So, what can we do to bring more traffic to our site and boost revenue? Why not get everyone in the company to create a Digg profile and start "digging"? Honestly, I don't have time to join yet another social networking site let alone read articles and give it a "Digg" or not. I want to get my work done rather than surf the web clicking on articles all day

Social networking sites are time vacuums. I should know, I'm on several social networking sites (facebook, myspace, friendster, flickr, linkedin, orkut, sportsvite, and yelp to name a few). One too many, I think. It's hard enough to keep track of what's going on with my friends and what's worthwhile to read that I find I spent most of my day following someone else's day and reading up on things that aren't currently useful to me now. Next thing I know, the day's over and I forgot to eat and it's time to go home. Bah! Someone else can digg. I don't have time.

the 3rd and final bust up

KTVU's tips for keeping cool during this short heat wave..

What parent would bath their child in alcohol? I would like to know..

I'm so blacklisted

What is going on?? Is my company trying to oust me or persuade me to get the hell out?

Two or so weeks ago, I gave up my crackberry to a new hire and downgraded myself to an older one. Then I get a call from Telecom about my phone service plan. Apparently, I texted way too much last month so they changed my service and knocked me off the Enterprise plan. In so doing, I wasn't getting my work email, my personal email nor was able to surf the web. They have since corrected that issue. And then today, I'm banished from helping myself to the vitamin water in the frig on the fifth floor. I'll surely dehydrate in this vacuum of an office within an office. What am I going to hydrate myself with now? Bacteria filled tap water?

I thought my company was this one big happy family where sharing resources goes a long way but I guess not.

some prepubescent boy

thought it would be fun to grab my ass while I boarded my bus home. I was shocked but not as appalled as I could have been. The kid must have been more disappointed to find out that the ass he chose to grab wasn't worth the grab in the first place.

Asian = no ass

Hope he learned that lesson and leave me and my flat ass alone.

Why take mine? Give them yours!

I got a call today from Operations. There's a new hire coming on board next week and I have to give up my blackberry. It's not really mine but the company's and since I'm not high enough on the food chain here, mine has to go to this new guy and I'm back to using my old, thicker than a wallet, dropped one too many times on concrete, crackberry that lacks the camera/video capabilities. Sucks..

All the more reason why I should splurge and get myself an iphone.

the station wagon that stole the Latin ladies' fruit headdress

(Taken in the Fillmore/Ellis parking garage via crackberry cam)
How fast do you think this car can go without losing it's fruit?

Bay meadows, race four, $5 to place on Gorgeous Getty

For the first time in all the years I've lived in the bay area, I finally paid a visit to the Bay Meadows race track. After 73 years, the race track will be closing at the end of the season.



Fridays are $1 deal days (i.e. dollar admission, beer, hotdog, and program) and this was the day we decided to go for inexpensive, home grown entertainment. My friends were feeling lucky and wagered on several races after chowing down on no less than six hotdogs each. I had salted nachos coated in neon orange cheese whiz and washed it down with watered Miller Lite.



The horses were graceful and stunning to watch. The races itself were exhilarating and we couldn't help but scream for our favorites with the rest of the crowd. I'll have to return again before the season is up.

protestors? check. torch? no show.

no one will notice..

Okay, so I failed at posting once a week. I got busy. Life got in the way and well, here we are in April.

I'll just pick up from where I last left off and maybe no one will really notice.

sadness

I just returned home from attending a friend's funeral in Pleasant Hill. The whole tradition revolving around funerals is sad and heartbreaking. There was the sit down church part of the funeral which consisted of a couple speeches from the minister and the father in-law. Then we carpooled in mass to the local graveyard for my friend's ashes to be laid to rest. Everything seemed so routine and without feeling and completely...final.

That's why my plan is to be cremated and my ashes scattered into the Bay from the GGB on a very windy day while all my friends and family are against the wind so the odds of everyone getting a nice coating of my ashes will greatly increase. Then they will all go out to some fancy Chinese restaurant I choose in advance (probably Empress of China) to have a banquet style dinner and pass out gold coins to everyone who attended. Then it'll be over.

another Sat night

In the grand scheme of life, does it really matter where you go to try a new restaurant/bar you've never been to? Nope, it doesn't.

But in the case of my Sat ritual with friends where one of us chooses a restaurant, we eat, then we trek to some bar and then another and still another. Let me just say, the restaurant chosen tonight was truly awful. I'd write a yelp review about it but I'm too lazy to figure out what my password is to log into that site.

It was so terrible, I'd have to assume that our meals were pre-cooked, straight out of cans, poured onto dishes, and microwaved for warmness since they were served within five minutes of ordering. I had no idea "authentic" mexican food (as this restaurant claimed) could taste worse than Chevy's. As authentic as processed food can be out of a tin can.

So, why was the place so crowded and my party of four had to wait over 40 minutes for a table? We thought everyone waiting outside in the chilly air knew something we didn't know. Like the food being oh, so delicious and worth the table wait. Oh, no. When we got seated, I took one look around the place and noticed that A) there were more margaritas on the tables than food and B) there wasn't a single mexican person chowing down on the grub. Doesn't that tell us something? When you don't see a Mexican person eating mexican food, that's a red flag. It's like having dim sum at a restaurant without a single chinese person dining also. I think I got food poisoning that night. I would warn others but I don't want to post the restaurant name lest I inadvertently advertise for them.

But the night doesn't end there. A few of us headed to Madrone for the "Michael vs Prince" dance extravaganza. What fun, I'm thinking as we pay our $5 cover. Once in, I had trouble breathing. The place was packed in to the point where you couldn't move more than a few feet past the entrance. I must have been inhaling carbon dioxide when my vision got foggy and dizziness started to set in. WTF? I didn't pay $5 to look at sweaty people rubbing up against each other in a lame attempt to "bust a move" Jackson style.

Then I see friends we know who are heading in our direction. "We're leaving, it's too crowded." I paid my dues and everyone's going? Surveying the scene, we all decided it was best to split and my suggestion to trek down the street to the Fly might be a better bet. Not so. It was just as crowded there with our additional 15 bodies. At least drinks could be ordered and enjoyed rather than spilled on clothing.

Month 1; Week 1

First post and I can't recall what I did on New Year's. How pathetic is that? I suppose it was uneventful like any other New year's day and really not worth remembering. If I look back at my calendar, I can see that I went to work, slept, ran three times, ate, walked my dog, and went on two blind, yet obviously forgettable dates. Exciting way to start my new year.

Here's hoping for better days to come!