- My legs are killing me and I have a serious case of Farmer’s tan. I biked 48 miles yesterday and the wind (and sun) were out in full force. Yesterday was one of the few days where I really really wish we had air conditioning. In Cali apartments this close to the water usually don’t have A/C. I had the fan pointing straight at me and the minute I stepped out the air flow I started sweating, even at 8-9pm. I’m way behind on my yearly mileage target too. The good thing is if I wasn’t wearing a belt today I’d look like Snoop Dogg. My slacks are absolutely falling me off nowadays.
I had Eggo instant pancakes for breakfast and I am a happy man…still dehydrated from sweating so much yesterday but happy regardless. - Yesterday I broke the handle on the toilet so I need to call the rental office. Til then I have to take the lid off and pull the chain manually which is kinda gross….it’s clean water but still kinda gross.
- I’m making progress on breaking my carbonation addiction. I can easily kill 3-4 sodas a day without blinking an eye. Now every day I make myself drink 32oz of water BEFORE I can have a soda and another 32 oz before I can have a second. I’ll stick with this for a few weeks then make it 64oz, 96oz and eventually 1 gallon. Eventually by the time I’ve drank the required amount of water it will be bedtime and I won’t have time for soda. In the end I think I’ll just end up swapping my soda fetish for a Crystal Light fetish.
- I’m thinking about getting a ticket for the AVP Toyota Hermosa Beach Open this weekend. It’ll be a good opportunity to take some pics and see some eye candy.
- It would really suck to be this girl…not that she had much of a shot at winning anyway. The video is work safe but no guarantees about the web page itself.
- The joke of the week:
Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: “Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed.”
“OH NO!” the President exclaims. “That’s terrible!”
His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.
Finally, the President looks up and asks, “How many is a brazillion?”