gayballs

Pretty much everything worked out as planned on friday, with a few exceptions:

1. I got to Yom Kippur late from my workout and wound up splitting a bottle of wine with Hillary's uncle Bob, an angry old hippie.
2. The sex was awesome and a little drunken, so it wasn't until it was over that we realized we'd done the deed in a dried puddle of cat urine on our bed.
3. Still haven't watched Hoosiers.

Yesterday we bought a new mattress and moved the kitty litters out of the bedroom. I think we may start locking the cats out of the room from here on out when we go to sleep. Definitely, though, when we leave the house. I hope they can handle the un air conditioned miami heat.

Yesterday was a pretty intense chore day, and we ended it with a cake and ice cream and cookie party for our friend Andi's birthday during which we watched The Comedians of Comedy (a birthday gift I received from Elizagirl) and Patton Oswalt: No Reason to Complain, which we all loved.



I gave her a mix cd with this playlist on it:


I'm getting restless. Today is supposed to be sleep and do nothing day. I will try again for the sex. Mostly I'm sad that the weekend is over. and that I don't want to go to work as much as I used to. Fuck.
I should work out or something.

Dudes that run-- Talyam and Josearcadio-- how much cardio is too much cardio? What about Merritt? You ride your bike everywhere so it's not like you need to be on a treadmill or whatever.
But yeah. Some trainer at the gym told me that "too much cardio can start eating away the muscle instead of the fat" or some shit like that and it sounds like fucking bullshit to me.





these hairy armpits are here for me, not for you.

ps- Ken Burns' THE WAR starts tonight. You know where I'll be.