Remember my excitement about the gym? About my new schedule, yadda yadda yadda?
Yep. You guessed it. The damned gym was locked up again when I got there this morning. So I went up to the front desk, to ask whichever member of our crack security staff happened to be "on duty" if he could open the door for me.
And... he was asleep.
That happens, right? Can't get upset at an old man catching some z's, I suppose?
So I went on a run instead. And all I can say is... I'm still winded. And it's been an hour, now. And I only ran around the block.
Maybe I should just take up running, and forget about the whole gym thing. At least I have access to the outside.
For those of you who are gluttons for punishment, a new review is up at Harmonium. And look to the main page-- we've recently increased our output to two articles a day.
Not bad for an indie outfit, huh? ;)
Season 1, Disc 1 of The Sopranos came in the mail last night, after taunting me for weeks at the top of my Netflix queue.
I'll see you guys in 2007, OK? I've got some catching up to do.
GREAT MOMENTS IN PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES HISTORY, PART SEVEN
"We finally got to .500," manager Charlie Manuel said. "We plan on staying there."
Let's hope not, Chaloots. Let's hope not.
If only for the first entry-- the Better Off Dead parody-- this Snakes on a Plane link is a must-click.
Let me send you off with a song.
cold war kids - hang me up to dry
radiohead - bodysnatchers
the minders - don't you stop
morrissey - gang lord (live)
the new pornographers - the slow descent into alcoholism