OH, HI!!!<\/p>\n
Once again I am racing the clock to write to you! My foremost news for today is that this new multi-cat clumping small-space Tidy Cat litter I’ve been using smells good. Good, like flowers. It’s creeping me out.<\/p>\nThis week has been kinda crazy and I’m missing sleep. Not, like, missing<\/i> it, just not getting enough. Tuesday it was awesome outside, so I walked ’round my lake and then went to iaido. The thing that amuses me about martial arts is that you can do things like devote an hour to moving correctly. That’s what we did! It was an hour of movement and cutting. I learned to do this awesome 180-degree rotate-and-cut-someone-in-half maneuver. Way hot.<\/p>\nAfter iaido, I’m always really riled up. I go tearing home like a maniac, and by the time I get inside my door, I’m ready to turn around and go back out again. This time, I gave in to my running-urge, even though I hate running. I figure I spent so many years ignoring what my body tells me, I should maybe listen. Since I’ve stopped telling it to shut up, things have been infinitely better.<\/p>\nSo I ran! It didn’t suck as much as I expected. I ran down King’s Highway along the cemetery fence, which is easy to follow in the dark. Then I turned and went down the road alongside the rose garden to Lake Harriet. When I got to the lake, I knew I should turn around and go back the same way, which would probably make the round-trip something less than two miles. Instead, I have this issue where I’m not great at backtracking, preferring to always move in forward-fashion (yes, this does indeed reflect my entire life-ideology, thank you for noticing). So I kept going, walking when I started to feel like my lungs weren’t big enough.<\/p>\nI went up the side of Harriet, past the bandshell, then cursed myself for going through that area between Harriet and Calhoun, where the bridge goes over the trolley tracks. It’s pitch black at night. I couldn’t see the path unless a car drove by. My mom would’ve been mad, so don’t tell her I did that.<\/p>\nI went up the side of Lake Calhoun, a route I had already walked earlier in the day, except I ran in the dirt track instead. Then I dashed up the hill on 36th Street, and I knew for sure I was done running. Since it took me an hour, half running and half walking, it had be be over four miles. I’m smart.<\/p>\nThat wasn’t so great for my ankle, so I’ve been laying off. I go to the Y and do the leg-machines and crunches and such. The heavy bag will be back on Sunday, so that’s another good alternative to walking. I’m aware I’ll probably be dealing with stupid injuries like this the rest of my life, but that doesn’t stop me from being really irritated by them every time they flare up.<\/p>\nWednesday night was COCK NIGHT at Suzi’s. The deal with cock night is they have drink specials after nine, all with ‘cock’ in the title. If that’s not something to make a regular event of, I don’t know what is. Most of the usual suspects couldn’t make it due to ‘work’ and the bigass storm that blew over trees and tall buildings and a few outer suburbs, but we got to hang out with Melanie and crew (sorry, I’m really bad with names, dudes), and also Adrianne, who is superfantastic and I can’t believe I haven’t run into before.<\/p>\nThursday, Jane and I went to see the new office downtown. It’s AWESOME. We’re on the 8th floor of a building overlooking the Milwaukee Depot (hello, ice skating), with a panoramic view of the riverfront area. It’s huge. And fancy. And so totally different from where we are now, I won’t know what to do. We’re moving in a week!!<\/p>\nThat night, I went over to Kaye’s for dinner and videogame night. Kaye considered my various food issues a cooking challenge, and she won. I haven’t had anyone cook anything like that for me in so long. She made vegetable calzones, caesar salad, and baked apples with sugar-free ice cream for dessert. I haven’t told her yet, but I’m moving in with her.<\/p>\nShe and Mollie and I played MarioKart (I think? I’m bad with videogames other than DDR), then went out for DANCE NIGHT, because everything has to be an event. As you know, I’ve been looking for a place to go dancing and not get date-raped, and nobody I’ve asked has any idea where to go. Since Myth is new and awesome and funny, we decided to give Ladies’ Night a try.<\/p>\nIt wasn’t super crowded, but I don’t think that was a bad thing. The people-watching was awesome. There was a drunk guy in the middle of the floor all night, doing his own thing. His plaid-shirted friend came over and danced with us a few times. Mollie and I had a mental list of the songs we needed to hear, and they managed to play them all. Kaye yelled at me for making myself vulnerable to roofie-slippage, but would they really let me go home with some dude I met at Myth<\/i>?? Unless it was Billy Idol, I mean.<\/p>\nThe music was maybe 80% danceable; I have higher hopes for the mix on Saturday night. But, dammit, I had so<\/i> much fun, and my legs are sore today. I don’t know why people are so adverse to the idea they might look funny on a dance floor. Who the hell cares? I love it.<\/p>\nToday I registered for the 2006 Breast Cancer 3-Day. It’ll be here in Minneapolis towards the end of next August. I’ve been so excited about it all day, I can’t sit still. It’s going to be great being on a team this year, and Wendy (our fundraising captain) is going to come up with countless creative ways for us to raise the $2,200-apiece minimum, even though so far all her ideas have been highly unethical, not to mention illegal. Anyway, you’ll be hearing a lot more about the fundraising from me for the next 11 months, starting right this second<\/i>!!<\/p>\n\nOH, HI!!! Once again I am racing the clock to write to you! My foremost news for today is that this new multi-cat clumping small-space Tidy Cat litter I’ve been using smells good. Good, like flowers. It’s creeping me out. This week has been kinda crazy and I’m missing sleep. 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