Humpday Whatnot

Okay, wow. Post-run, my weight this morning was 189.2. I haven't seen the 180s in...a while now. Of course, it WAS post-run, which means I was dehydrated. But still, wow. Maybe 185 is too easy. Maybe I should shoot for 180. Or 175. ...Oh no! I'm anorexic! how did that happen?

My friend Anne has linked to my blog on the main page to her blog, so since one good turn deserves another, I will see if I can figure out how to do the same. In the meantime, check out the Land of Anne. Anne (self-proclaimed librarian, knitter, and flirt) and I have a date to commiserate over our recent romantic disappointments while drinking tasty Coronas (with lime, of course). I am wondering if it was the Coronas or the post-Sloan glow, but I really enjoyed sucking them down (the Coronas, not Sloan) last Thursday night. Either way, I can't wait. Also, this Thursday should mark the return to the powerful Allan-Andy-Rachel triumverate, where, at Mountain Town, Rachel pours, Allan guzzles, smokes and swoons, and Andy sips on, admiring the show. I just wish they hadn't taken all my faves off the menu.

Hey, shouldn't I be doing the homework that's due in one hour?! Yes! Yes, I should! Bye!