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Thursday, January 2, 2003

Pecs aching from a spontaneous midweek lift session, I drop to the floor in my underwear with a tub of Dreyer's-brand Twix-flavored ice cream to hit that calorie mark for the day and read about black holes while listening to 90's flashback with the Foo Fighters and Folk Implosion. Amazing how the term "the nineties" can now be as loaded and superciliously spat as the terms, "the eighties" or "the seventies." I wonder what nifty catch phrase they'll coin for this decade in ten years.

I went to the optometrist today, just another example of how I am all growed up now. Not only did I schedule the appointment on my own volition, I was able to march proudly to the counter afterwards and exclaim, "My insurance will be covering that thankyouverymuch." I hope I can find this much satisfaction in such routine ten years from now.

On a completely unrelated note, a site discovered today paying homage to the greatest sketch comedy show ever made. Ever.

Now I know what you're thinkin': Barry and Lavone, where did you get two hundred and forty dollars? Shhh... Don't worry your pretty little head about it.