Sunday, July 11, 2004

What does it all mean?

Fat, Lazy, and Stupid
It is Sunday night, about to turn into early Monday morning. Too much to do, and I am dinking with this thing. I don't really have anything of importance to say and my typing is really stinkig it up tonight. There are only about three hundred and seventy four other things that I should be doing now, so I think I will at least try to numb myself into a semi-vegitative state in front of the television, instead of doing this guilt trip thing.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Slacking off

i-suck
Perhaps one of them there fancy-schmantz robots from the newest Will Smith movie could be a bit more diligent in posting here. But as I assume that I am the only person on the planet inhabiting this void, ah, who cares.
Running man
I am trying my best these past few days to get in the habit of using the potential huge-a** $700 paperweight that we have put in the middle of our living room. So far I can manage to pace out 2 miles in 30 minutes with some jogging, mostly brisk walking.