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It was a weird weekend. Friday was a no-boss day at work. Yeeha. Went to see the latest Star Wars installment after midnight. (OK, it was Saturday morning. Enough.)

Saturday afternoon I went to a graduation party for someone I've hardly seen in the past two years. Saturday evening I went to HP's place for dinner (skipping out on a co-worker's birthday drinkathon) (he cooked a chicken-pasta-magic thing that I'd personally never be able to accomplish) and found myself mentioning I didn't want to date...right before jumping in bed to snuggle...before then racing home to sleep.

Sunday morning I was up at five to run the Bay to Breakers. In the rain. With a distended bladder. After not running all week. Making my best 12K time ever. JOhn, Hao, and I were headed out from Footstock at 10. (Wait two-and-a-half hours to see Smash Mouth...or be warm and dry. Hmmmm.) Spent the afternoon making a map of the U.S. Interstate System. Evening at the Techno Cosmic Mass (it'll get its own entry, trust you me).

Monday: off. Because I felt like it. X-Files finale (on tape). Last night's Six Feet Under (also on tape: two VCRs make life sweet!). Ran errands. Read. Relaxed. Was informed that all my roommates will be moving out by August 1.

And I feel damn good.
peachy as always, Mike at 12:13 AM