March 24, 2006
just as the title says. Went to bed around 10, wide-awake-up three hours later. Maybe it's because I have a slight cold for the first time in a couple of years, but more likely it's because tomorrow's my last day at work. All bitching aside, I've got mixed feelings about leaving. I really liked some of the people I worked with, and the work was pretty interesting too - I actually think I'm a better DBA now than when I started. But god, at what a price. When I woke up a little while ago my mind was racing and my chest was tight, and I thought how ironic it would be to have a heart attack just as all this was ending. But my chest loosened and the drama's gone, and I'm just waiting to get sleepy enough to go back to bed for a few hours.
Running has been slow and steady this week. This is the first time I haven't felt fresh-n-refreshed two days after a marathon, and I hope that means I emptied more of myself out onto that course instead of holding it in reserve for post-marathon training jogs. I'm thinking about taking the next six weeks or so to 1) get mileage back to the 70s, and 2) reap some of the benefits of marathon training by running some shorter races on relatively fresh legs. Then, once it gets too hot to race much (like mid-May), I will get down to work. I mentioned earlier this week I might run Richmond in November, but then I read about Akron tonight and I'm leaning toward that. It's at the end of September, which sounds better to me than a marathon eight whole months away.
Alejandro, it's crisis
From: Katie Ware (FRobertsondecompression@copper-free.net)
Date: Today 1:55:13 am
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proposal so very ungraciously that he never ventured on a second but ever afterwards confined
not fail to make upon society lured me away So powerful were these antic
and I saw tears in them Tell me what it is she said in a low voice I think shall I be quite plain
Posted by joe positive at March 24, 2006 1:55 AM
What the heck is that spam? I had to disable my daughter's guestbook b/c of the modern day equivalent of kudzu.
Posted by: duncan at March 24, 2006 7:13 PM
it seems to come in phases, almost as though there's a master spam-generator somewhere. It'll all have the same subject, or the same misspellings, or the same degree of (un)intelligibility. Lately the fad is to include bits of actual literature (I got some Anna Karenina a few days ago) or poetic conceits like the stuff in this blog entry.
Posted by: joe positive at March 24, 2006 7:42 PM