i hear the ticking of clocks.
where did monday go? lets see: work, run, puppy class, prime the trim, eat pizza, go to bed. oh yea, now i remember. rem has a song for night swimming and gardening at night...both nice things to do at night. i now understand why mr. stipe never wrote a song about painting at night....
tonight will be more of the same, sans puppy class. speaking of puppy, something is up with our boy. i think he has one more wave of teething to endure...he is chewing like crazy and acting really restless...like he is in pain or something. he didn't sleep well last night (ie we didn't sleep well last night) and he was moping around this morning. poor guy.
my run last night felt really good. i'm not sure when i'll get back on the bike again...maybe next week? i haven't had the time lately, i mean...45 minutes of biking? i might as well load up the playstation. but a 45 minute run, 6 miles or so, i guess it seems more worth while. maybe i'm fos...is that even a web acronym?
i'm going over best man toasts in my head. there seems to be some compulsory components of it...you know, 'i've known so and so for...' then there is the humorous anecdote: ...'and then he ended up in jail,' oh wait that was me. then, there is some room to move...you can get sappy. if you are married, you can offer some advice. you can ramble on with more anecdotes that only make sense to you and the man of the night. or you can quote an old irish verse about long life and happiness. of course, i've distilled this down to generalities, but maybe i'll be able to buck the trend and come up with something unique. probably not...i've only known about this for many MONTHS now, and i still don't know exactly what i'm saying. i guess i could wing it but odds are i'd end up being remembered as 'that guy.'
in 9 days, we'll be in dk.
tonight will be more of the same, sans puppy class. speaking of puppy, something is up with our boy. i think he has one more wave of teething to endure...he is chewing like crazy and acting really restless...like he is in pain or something. he didn't sleep well last night (ie we didn't sleep well last night) and he was moping around this morning. poor guy.
my run last night felt really good. i'm not sure when i'll get back on the bike again...maybe next week? i haven't had the time lately, i mean...45 minutes of biking? i might as well load up the playstation. but a 45 minute run, 6 miles or so, i guess it seems more worth while. maybe i'm fos...is that even a web acronym?
i'm going over best man toasts in my head. there seems to be some compulsory components of it...you know, 'i've known so and so for...' then there is the humorous anecdote: ...'and then he ended up in jail,' oh wait that was me. then, there is some room to move...you can get sappy. if you are married, you can offer some advice. you can ramble on with more anecdotes that only make sense to you and the man of the night. or you can quote an old irish verse about long life and happiness. of course, i've distilled this down to generalities, but maybe i'll be able to buck the trend and come up with something unique. probably not...i've only known about this for many MONTHS now, and i still don't know exactly what i'm saying. i guess i could wing it but odds are i'd end up being remembered as 'that guy.'
in 9 days, we'll be in dk.
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