listening to: Eve 6, “Rescue”
On Tuesday night I finally saw the episode of Frasier that Courtney, Kent, Carter, Carissa, Tyler and I saw being taped in Los Angeles back in March. We were sitting around Debbie’s apartment when someone remarked that this must be a new Frasier episode, but I said, “it can’t be, because I’ve seen it before.” That’s when I realized where I’d seen it. The episode originally aired in May, but we missed it because we were in Europe. Anyway, it was neat. I listened for our laughs, but the laugh track was pretty indistinctive. Oh well.
It’s after 6:00 and I’m still at work. My exit pitch is tomorrow, and I’m still adding data and graphs to it. I’ve never come so down to the wire, but then again, I’ve never had such a cool project that I wanted to finish so badly.
Nick brought me a whole bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups. This is bad. They are staring at me, silently screaming “eat me!!!” Argh. Last night I went running again, and actually enjoyed myself. Normally I don’t like running at all — every moment is agony, and the only reason I do it is because of the adrenaline rush and sense of triumph I get when I’m done. But last night was ok, and so I’ll try to go again tonight. I want to be able to get on some kind of schedule, like James in his consultant-ish and ordered life. It’d be nice.
Anyway. I have a few more things to finish on my exit pitch, then I’m going home. Good night.
