I hurt my back yesterday, possibly by carrying my bike up the stairs from the basement of my apartment building. I left my 800mg ibuprofen tablets at home, so I swallowed most of the ibuprofen in the break room. Has it been six to eight hours yet? I want to take the rest of them.
San Francisco was amazing. I am home safe. I don’t think that I will ever fly the red eye again.
In a few hours I will be flying to San Francisco for a thing. I’m taking two cameras, four BP-511A batteries, just over ten gigs of compact flash cards, and three rolls of Fuji film from Target. Expect some sort of photographic documentation of the trip.
Paul and I went to Funk at the Fred.
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Let’s all go to the lobby
Let’s all go to the lobby
Let’s all go to the lobby
And have ourselves a snack
I have been watching Arrested Development via DVD in the evenings. I think that what has been missing from my life is the sweet meditation known as television. When do the Law and Orders start?
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paul: what are you like 63 today?
me: 64
me: god
me: you’re as bad as my dad
My therapist recommended that I “try something different.” I’m taking his advice and buying some Zubaz, because you can’t rock a creepy moustache without Zubaz. I had to add both “Zubaz” and “moustache” to the spelling dictionary in Firefox to write this post.
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