it's been raining the whole day. normally, i relish a little saunter in the rain, but today seemed... off. perhaps it's because the weekend recital's delayed fatigue has finally caught up to me. it's either that, or i've gotten no real rest and now i'm preparing my peeps for atlantic city which happens in less than two weeks.

i am not convinced by these speculations myself.

i have begun a workout regimen which consists of me using dumbbells and a flat bench. it taxes my back, shoulders, chest, and arms. i have no clue what my beginning weight was nor do i know any of my body's measurements. since i don't even bother writing these down in a log, i really don't know if i'm doing any progress, except that some of the muscles that i do use are getting harder, firmer and bigger.

talk about stupidity.

had a phone conversation with ct on the drive home. he knows snap and he told me that she implied that she's got a new boy. i don't really give a damn, but somehow it feels like i've eaten something really bitter and no matter how much i rinse there still lingers a metallic aftertaste. it's knowledge that sucks like a remora: annoying and you can't get rid of.

i'm one hour into tomorrow. my second load of laundry just finished it's last spin cycle. all i have to do now is check on the one in the dryer and dump the rest in there as well.

i miss mi fidanzata. what i'd do to have her company right at this moment. nothing fancy, just spooning under the sheets and i'm happy.