Yesterday as I was leaving work some lady parked her car in front of the parking lot exit. So my buddy the attendant went and told her off. I don't think he liked her at all.
I went running yesterday. I was slow like a young zebra. It was the usual Outback territory, but something was off in my performance. After watching the office last week, I tried to pull a 'Michael' and load up on Carbs with lots of pasta for lunch. I'll never do that again. It felt like I was carrying a lead weight in my stomach the rest of the day. During the run I suddenly remembered that I didn't put money in the meter, so I took a time-out to sprint back to my car and throw a few quarters in the machine. The whole run back to the track I built up anger about how the 'Man' was holding me back. I would keep up with kristen for a while, but soon after starting (maybe 2 laps), she got sick of going slow so she just took off like the Road-Runner.
Later Joe came over and we hung out, went to In n Out, looked through Euro-pictures, n' stuff.
I'm listening to Panic at the Disco right now.
Lunch was sponsored by Jamba Juice.
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