may 2, 2002

well, the last time i wrote in this journal was october. that's a long time ago. much has happened.

i'm now 30, which messes with your head if its not screwed on completely straight. i don't feel different, but my head tells me i am different.

i'm training for the nyc marathon on novo 1 (2 or 3?). running sucks. its boring. it doesn't feel good, except for the time when i lay down for a nap after a long run, and did i mention it is boring?

my cats are fat as ever. the ladies man is comedic genius. i smoked a real cuban cigar for the first time in my life. skb makes the best cases. the acoustic guitar is my friend again. chet baker's voice is dreamy. i like playing hangman at work. work feels like childcare. the most number of songs i've fit on my ipod is 823, not 1000 as advertised. i miss my friend matt g. i wish i had a girlfriend. my room's a mess. i cleaned the kitchen a few hours ago, now its trashed again. getting a passport is the biggest whip. and, it is possible to see johnny cash smile while listening to 'a boy named sue'.