Why am I up an hour and a half earlier than I need to be? Grr.

In happier news, today is my last day of one of my classes! Next Tuesday is the last day of my other class! And I don't have class again until August (summer session)! So happy!

OMG, the pigs! That last picture is too much -- they're grinning!

And it's funny about you growing up in Newark - my mother and sister live there now; nice town, but hard to get to without a car.

Newark is totally a modern-suburb car-town. All developments and strip malls. I don't particularly like Newark (although I do like the way it's pronounced better than Jersey's "Nerk"), and Wilmington is sort of sad compared to what it was like years and years ago.

I really like West Chester. I especially like the fact that my parents live within walking distance of town, and there's a million little shops and restaurants there, because of the college and the courthouse. Of course, we won't be living *with* them, but I'd love to live right in the borough so we could do the same. The only problem then is parking.

But we're used to walking out our door and seeing lots of people, and walking to things, so suburbs - and driving - and especially Routes 30, 202, and 76 are not my favorite topics.

Routes 30 and 202 aren't too bad for me (not after living for so long near Route 22 in Jersey), but I agree -- 76 is a nightmare. Honestly, I do prefer Bucks County -- if we could move back to Yardley, I would. Yardley and towns like Newtown have enough of the small town feel I love, where if you live close enough to "town" you can walk to stuff, and only have to drive to the grocery store or the mall, but it's much more expensive than Chester County. And it's also an hour from my parents', which we want to avoid.

Wide awake. Darn time zone differences.

If it's any consolation, it's also inconvenient when you travel the other way.

veteran of 4:30 wake-ups at hotels in the LA area

And ELLIS HITS FOR THE CYCLE!!!!!

Sweet! And Chavy ices it in extras. (after being the goat in the 9th)

Man, it's true that age ain't nothing but a number.

"Old," however, is defined by how functional one is, IMO. And I say that because last night I PULLED A MUSCLE DOING YOGA. The whole point in doing yoga was to stretch my already-tight hamstrings. So I'm in the middle of Warrior I, and suddenly I feel my right hamstring, sorta behind my knee and thigh, go TOING!!!!

Owie. Fucking owie, man.

So I'm in the middle of Warrior I, and suddenly I feel my right hamstring, sorta behind my knee and thigh, go TOING!!!!

Ouch, Teppy. I'm wincing just reading that. I hope pulled is all it is.

We're gonna have to put you on the yoga DL, Tep.

We're gonna have to put you on the yoga DL, Tep.

Chatty!co-worker said that the only injury that would have a higher humiliation factor w/r/t the minimal amount of effort expended to injure oneself would be throwing out your back by reaching for the remote control.

I have to agree.

Ouch. The body just sits and waits for an opportunity to turn on you.

From the annals of the strange and unexplained:

I can water today until 10 a.m. I went out at 8 to turn on the sprinkler in the front before I went to the Y. I used this sprinkler Thursday and haven't touched it since. This sprinkler has a bright yellow screw-on cap so that it could be used in series. This morning, I went to turn on the sprinkler and the cap was gone. It screws on. It's bright yellow. WTF? The squirrels needed a Frisbee? There's someone walking through my neighborhood with an obsessive need to collect yellow plastic?

Squirrels are shifty characters, I tell you what.

Well, after 2 weeks of this UTI, I am finally going to go see someone and get some damned antibiotics and hope it hasn't turned into a kidney infection.