I declined to go to TJ's, as the traffic was awful. I have eaten, but am still hungry.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Woes, I somehow tweaked my achilles today. How I don't know, I only discovered it towards the end of my swim (and that's not my dominant foot for shoving off the wall, so wtf?)
There were a couple of 20something guys in the lane next to me who were doing that annoying thing where they'd start their intermittent laps with me (and were splashy and churny) and try to race me. It's always preteen boys up to 30 or so and preteen girls who do this. Anyway, it's a little annoying but whatever. Then they TOTALLY redeemed themselves when I finished 'So how long did you swim?' Well, that was 75 laps. '75! We could barely keep ahead of you for a lap without stopping. That's fucking insane.'
Thank you, boys, thank you. You are forgiven for the annoying thing.
Shrift, do you know how to get to the Ferry Building?
I should be able to manage on the California Street Line or a bus. I'll probably pick up a 7-Day pass at my hotel.
Edit: I may even walk if it's nice.
All roads lead to the Ferry Building. No, I'm thinking of ferries, all ferries lead to the Ferry Building.
I wish I felt better so I could join y'all.
Yeah, I can see that, le n. They are brothers in pretension.
I love the Ferry Building. Yummy desserts there.
I'm practicing luge on the couch right now. I have work sturm und drang and life sturm und drang and sadness at the fact that I have to be out of the house at 7 AM tomorrow to get Noah to his stinkin' baseball game.
I also have to write an essay defining love. Let me tell you, I think love is sacrifice and pain.
I love the Ferry Building. Yummy desserts there.
And Cowgirl Creamery!
And oysters! And really good coffee!
love hurts, kat. love hurts.
work for me starts at 5:30 tomorrow, so up at 4:30. I am not a morning person on the workdays that start at 8. these saturdays are not my cup of tea.