jennings rampage

Sunday, average Sunday.

Accomplished everything I set out to do today, which won’t sound quite as impressive once you’re done reading.

It’s slowly sliding into blue sweatshirt weather, which I welcome. You may have known that my trademark is the blue hooded zip-front sweatshirt, but did you know that I currently own three of them? I also did not know that, until I unpacked them from my “winter clothes” and put them in the washing machine.

Analyzed website usage logs for the first time in ages. That picture of Alf with the huge dong that I thought was funny several years ago has become quite a hit in people’s Myspace comments. Shut that shit down.

Tidied the apartment. Someone once told me that the key to good living was an empty kitchen sink. Let that get out of hand, made some effort last week to get under control. A few minutes to maintain.

Watched a movie from Netflix, Thank You For Smoking, which I enjoyed. Don’t want to log into the Netflix site just to track this down, but I’m pretty sure it was the first movie I’ve watched from the US Mail in the past three months or so. This is not maximizing. Must remember to live by the system: watch DVD, eject DVD, replace DVD in sleeve, replace sleeve in envelope, seal envelope, place envelope at eye level between front door and door jamb. This increases odds of getting DVDs back in the mail, which has been a weak part of the game.

Watched football. Prognostications turned out largely incorrect.

Went grocery shopping. Was honest with myself — all frozen foods. All Amy’s stuff, so I take small consolation in that. Bumped into Monica at the third different grocery store — none so far are safe. Don’t know why she keeps appearing while I’m grocery shopping. Will investigate later.

Directed Community Bike rehearsal, left sore from laughter. Very much looking forward to Philadelphia in two weeks.

Did some work for the man. Overtime.

Finally did some pruning and weeding on the blog posse, to your left. If you were added, congratulations, if you were removed, you have no one to blame but yourself. At any rate, it much more closely reflects what I’m actually reading, for better or worse.

Got my LSAT score — disappointed with my performance. Let’s not talk about it, thanks; Reggie does my talking. Cast a shadow on the weekend, which I shake off starting now.