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Thursday, February 25, 2010



A documentary of the 08/09 David Byrne tour. Damn, I need a pile of money to fall into my lap so that I could go down to SXSW & see that.

Dear Santa?

Making bunz of steel last night in spinning was super hard & now I'm ridiculously tired but am powering through with a swim tonight & an early exercise class tomorrow morning. There are only 4 more days of Operation Pudge-be-Gone & although not all the pudge is gone, there is less pudge, more muscle, & generally more energy. I'm running 3 miles comfortably, making it through spinning with enough energy to lift girlie weights afterwards, & have had to increase yardage because the original 1k is now taking less than 20 minutes.

So what to do for March? Going to continue to exercise 5-6 times/week. I need a new goal thing. Something to work on in the upcoming month.

Get laid.

Other than that. Maybe a cooking goal.



Anonymous Jess said...

You're awesome. I love you. But I must tell you. . . Franco is MINE. Perhaps we can James-nap him and reverse-Big Love-style keep him when we have our farm in Vermont?

12:41 PM

Blogger emertron said...

I'm totally in for that, mon cheri. With JF, there is no sloppy-seconds.

2:55 PM


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