Postseason in Philadelphia, baby! Too bad I have to work late tonight, or I'd have taken a half day to go home and watch the game. At any rate I'm going to try and watch it in one of the conference rooms, since I'm mostly going to be here late tonight to sign off on projects and not to do any meaningful work.

GO PHILLIES GO!

Project Rungay is spot on.

Work: A lot of it. 55-60 hour weeks for the past month, and more to come until mid-October or early November. Bleh.

Running: A lot of that, too. Fortunately advertising agencies tend to start late (rolling in between 9:30 and 10 is perfectly normal), so by getting up early I've been able to squash 35+ miles in every week.

Health: Annoying plantar ( Read more... )

1. Eat before you race, stupid. One banana is NOT enough to get through 13.1 miles.
2. Being hit on by another runner late in the race is a nice ego boost, and can make you realize you have it in you to finish.
3. Whenever someone cheering on the sidelines hollers, "You're almost there!" it is a dirty lie.

Me workey long time. Hence, no posting of late. Not likely to get much better any time soon. Sigh. Damn campaign launches.

I would, however, like to say that the judging on this week's episode of Project Runway was the biggest load of bullshit EVER.

That is all.

I'm on the last day of a business trip in San Francisco. It's been really nice -- I only had to work Friday and today, and the rest of the weekend was for running (17 miles in 2 days!) and playing.

( The magical world of the Glamour Closet; do not read if you are bored by details of girly outings. )

( Mini Project Runway spoiler. )

Okay, so when I was growing up my family didn't have much money, plus my parents are pretty conservative. This meant I didn't see very many movies as a kid -- really not until I was a teenager.

Thus, I have missed out on a bunch of classic '80s flicks. In the past several months, testitest has been educating me on what I've been missing. We've watched Wall ( Read more... )

Today I am That Person. You know, the person who's "on a diet" and orders a cheeseburger with a diet Coke.

Not literally, of course. I hate diet Coke. It's the real thing or water for me.

But. My lunch today was a lovely salad...and a piece of red velvet cake.

No regrets, baby. It was very nearly as good as Cake Man Raven, and I didn't have to ( Read more... )

Especially I hate dealing with my super and Time Warner. HATE HATE HATE.

Called RCN in a fit of pique, but they don't service my building.

Wish I still took kickboxing. (It's not good for marathoners, as it's easy to injure the ankles.) I would love to pound the shit out of a bag right now.