I am about to jump on a plane to Newark for business, back in Portland on Friday. Looks like I will be heading down to Los Angeles for a quick day-trip on Sunday. I’ll keep you posted on my itinerary.
I finally found my missing sock. It was in a bucket on top of my washing machine. Don’t ask, but hopefully I can sleep again now.
The dinner party last night was fantastic. We drank entirely too much wine for a Tuesday evening.
I am running the Hood-to-Coast relay next Friday. This fits in well with my failed marathon training to-date and my pulled calf muscle.
At least I got my sock back.
Look, I’m not going to say I’m hurt, but… I’m hurt. I throw parties, I invite you; you throw partiesnada. I have a Yahoo dop kit all ready to give out, and no where to take it.
PSI don’t miss you.
Being the middle-child that I am, I would like to point out that I was there at the beginning of the dinner party idea, although I was blackballed from your little soire. You’re like the business partner who steals the business plan and goes solo. I didn’t even get invited to my own idea! Look, now you’re making me sound like an schizophrenic. Unbelievable.
p.s. Your desk looks better unoccupied.