Corner of tub 3.3.10
I don't know what the hell happened when Iwas in New York but I'm suspecting that my roomate's rubber ducky has been banging. Early January, 1 ducky. Early March, 6 duckies. I can't figure out for the life of me why two of them are dressed as commandos. Ed Norton's immortal words come to mind: "I'm a 30-year old boy."
Today is merry movie marathon day. Title quote comes from Life Aquatic, one of my all-time faves. Now up Juno. I'm a huge fan of wacky writing and great soundtracks. After Juno, Orange County. If I last, Fight Club again. One word comes to mind - gloriousness.
I might have set a record over the course of the past two days for cookie dough consumption. I would wager somewhere in the vacinity of 7.5 - 10 million calories worth. Whatever possessed me to buy the world's largest log of cookie dough will forever remain a mystery but I soldiered through it. Back to the gym tomorrow, feeling guilty. Friend says that my voice pops into her head often and one of the things I say is "Gluttonous". The hypocrisy is scandalous.
Between the ducky mystery, the choco chip cookie dough log, hours of tv and movies and tens of thousands of rounds fired off in the Entropia Universe, nuthin' doing. Calls and texts to friends to try to drum up work have all gone for not so far. So's I dig in, tighten my chin strap, pile up the dvds and prepare for a long cold winter on the front lines of boredom.
Chin, Chin!
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