Yo momma is so funny...

Just added a new link to my sidebar. Cracks me up almost as much as this does.

My soulmate

Remember Jeffery N? Yeah, well, I'm convinced he was sitting next to me in the coffee shop yesterday. Convinced. I swear this man is my twin soul. He looks like Captain Kirk (the young one), drinks cappuccinos, had a Runner's World magazine on the table, and was reading Isaac Asimov. Plus, he was eating an organic cookie. Truly, he must be Jeffery N. ;) I should've asked.

On the track again

Running again. Scored me a new running partner so we hit the trails at butt ass early this morning. Am eating chocolate and drinking Coke Zero and Grape crush at the same time while pounding coffee to stay awake at this point. And really, I want some fruity pebbles. But it was a good run--and in the rain, too. So sleepy.

Thinking about doing a half in November. Not sure I have the time for a full and my partner hasn't ever run more than 2 miles, so I think a 1/2 is a good goal for us. She's slower than I am, but that's ok with me because I enjoy running better when I am not having to keep up with crazy fast people. This way, I don't look like a dog trying to chase a postal truck. I might start putting in some alone miles at night in the gym, though.

I am making no sense. Summer school, my comps project, and my practicum are kicking my ass. And it's only Summer 1!!!

Sleepytime, like the tea, now.

Cupids, and Pixies, and Nessie, Oh MY!

Just sitting here at the coffee shop, brain completely melted from sifting through and coding qualitative interviews that mean nothing to me in terms of a dissertation. Just pays the bills. For awhile, I was able to half-ass listen to a convo about various poets, making me wish I was back in the English department--sigh. The choices we make...

Now the tie to my literary past is gone, and I am left with nothing but thoughts of mythical creatures: gorgyles, leprechauns, slykicks, unicorns, big headed babies. This came about because next to me, there are three people sitting abreast on a couch drinking nothing, saying nothing, and simply staring at a sleeping baby with a look of prozaced bliss on their faces. Seriously, they look like Medusa sneaked up behind them and turned them to stone with this look on their face. I'm ok with it and all, but you're taking up a couch, dude. Then again, I'm taking up a table writing about them, so I guess I'd better get back to coding. At least I'm drinking coffee!

I've got another refill coming on my coffee, or I'd just leave. Please, gods above, grant me something interesting to watch or talk to.

I eat goats like you for breakfast.

Just because I heart them.

Cheers

To whomever gave me the bottle of Evan Williams Single Barrel Vintage 1994 at my last Stock My Bar Party: Thank you. I am enjoying it while watching the sunset.