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I tripped on the treadmill again the other day.

Tell me. When am I actually supposed to start feeling good after going to the gym? It's so absolutely punishment.

I need to buy new clothes. My high-flyin' stuff I got from Mexpress three years ago is begining to fray.

Why would anyone save used ink cartridges from work for six months? It's because I'm ob-com about recycling. For whatever reason, Best Buy has a place where people can recycle print cartridges. Seems like something pretty weird to recycle, but they do it somehow.

Maria is going out of town this weekend. That means lots more burping and farting. It also means I'll be able to plow through the entire dvd of Babylon 5 that just came in through Netflix. I'll probably hit that new movie about Ian Curtis called Control. I'll definitely eat lots of Chinese food. What else should I do?

She's heading to Frisco. I'm not the type of person who exalts specific cities, but San Francisco is pretty choice. I've only been there once, and it was like 20 years ago, but I remember being quite impressed. I tried to talk her into playing that game Manhunter: San Francisco to get used to the area, but she didn't seem too interested.

Have fun, honey! I'll have fun without you, but probably not really that much fun.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I voted the other day. Turns out I voted the same way most other people voted. I didn't vote for that Dave "I like this guy" Buhler for mayor. The reason is probably pretty lame by most standards and it's definitely impertinent to any principle or issue. I just hated his sign that said "vote for the doer, not the dreamer." I'd prefer to have a guy in charge who considered themselves a doer and a dreamer. Because he let go of the "dreamer" part, it sounds like he has no ideals. Yeah, give me a dreamer. I'd rather have someone who hopes to make changes for the better instead of simply being a hard-worker. Of course that person's dream could easily be one where he or she is in underwear in class, but then they inexplicably fall off a cliff. Maybe that would be bad.

Yesterday, I picked up the latest issue of Blender. I'm not really much of a prude or anything, but the front cover this month was pretty extreme. I actually ripped the cover off, because such smut is strangely beneath me; but mostly because I certainly couldn't be seen reading it without people thinking that I regularly read dirty magazines. If anybody is curious, the cover is a very provocative shot of Nicole Scherzinger and it's at the bottom of my recycling bin.