i’m recovering from sars, version 2. i think. lately i just can’t sleep. i’m tired all the time, which makes me depressed. so i exercise, because exercise puts me in a better mood. because i exercise, i get more tired. it’s a vicious cycle. i thought memorial day weekend would allow me to catch up on my sleep, but i guess my monday bike ride wore me out.
i sent off a slew of birthday cards this morning. well, three anyway. i like sending people fun mail. actually, katie got a birthday package, with a couple magazines and a couple books i pulled off my shelf, to give her some news and something to read during any downtime she might have.
i don’t really have much to say today.
debbie is getting her knee cut into today. surgery. actually, she’s probably already home and waking up from the anathesia.
oh, and my movie-quote-master friend provided me with the actual sleepless in seattle quote that i was trying to post yesterday: “Don’t go rolling in poison ivy as soon as I leave the house. Or lock yourself in a closet or do anything that makes you need stitches. If your finger falls off, it’s staying off. No one’s going to pack it on ice and take you to the hospital so you can be a breakthrough in laser surgery.”
it’s a funny enough quote, but what makes it great is tom hanks’s delivery.
(6:28 p.m.)
my monkey picture is slooooooowly inching back up on the scoreboard of the camera phone contest. problem is, the stupid windy day picture is also inching up. go vote more, people!!
