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May 4, 2000 |
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Did I mention that my contact lenses were giving me trouble? It has been
going on over the entire week. The only reason I mention it, is because,
last night on the drive back to Pam's, I had taken
them off and worn my glasses. I rarely ever wear my glasses. No…
that's not particularly noteworthy, my wearing glasses that is. I'm not
sure which ones of you think of the Clark Kent effect here, but
it's really not that different, it's not like I start to wear suits with my
glasses or anything.
Pam on the other hand, seemed incredibly amused by
the glasses. [Yes, we're still talking about glasses…]
Enough, so that she asked if I would wear them more frequently. I'm not
making this up. What is it about men with glasses? I told her I'd think
about it. For the next couple of days, it wasn't much of an option; my
allergies had flared up enough so that my eyes were irritated. Not much in
terms of choices here.
Magic is playing host while I spend most of my waking hours at work. He is pretty good host. He does what he can to amuse the houseguest. I'm not saying that he does cartwheels or anything like that, but he does his part. For one he seems to take a liking to licking people.
That's right, licking people…That would typically not be that big a deal… I mean, that's the way cats bathe themselves. However, you have not met Magic. He has questionably the roughest tongue known to humankind. I wish I were making this up. I know this because he routinely wakes me with it. I've seen other cats and they do have rough tongues, but trust me on this… it is like sandpaper.
Jenna has also found this out. Incredibly rough tongue. Granted, he also does the other typical cat things… bat your hair while you sleep or chew on the random digit… use your head as a trampoline… you know, cat stuff.
Today, it would be typical Thursday, okay, maybe not. Since it is Thursday, today is kickboxing day, not to be confused with Boxing Day, which is an entirely different thing, but I digress. The kickboxing class starts at about 6:30pm, so I come home in time to get changed and get all my gear. This includes the heart rate monitor, the hand wraps, the boxing gloves, jump rope, etc. As for kickboxing, it hasn't been all that different lately. I mean, it is always different, but the routine hasn't been all that out of the ordinary where keeping up with the seemingly random moves that the instructor performs involves a whole lot of concentration.
Then again, lack of contentration is probably not an incredibly good thing in this class, since one wrong turn, if you're not paying attention, could mean a flinging your fist into somebody's face, or vice versa.
I didn't do weights after kickboxing; Jenna had promised a lasagna dinner that sounded incredibly good. The last time I had homemade lasagna was when I baked it myself, and that was years ago. Her friend would be joining us for dinner, of course. I took a few minutes before dinner to reinstall the car battery, easy… now, if I could only get that silly alarm system to stop going off.
Dinner was very good. We had lasagna, salad, and garlic bread. Jenna seems to think that she overcooked the lasagna and that the top layer was particularly crunchy. It actually reminded me of my friend George, who also used to bake his lasagna that way. Granted that was about ten years ago and why is it that I remember precisely how he happened to cook his lasagna? I'll never know.
Ironically, I just happened to put together. From my arguably shaky memory, it also happens to be George's birthday.
Happy Birthday, George!Damn, I should've sent him a card. I miss George, maybe I'll give him a call the next time Ted and I get together. It sounds like a plan.
Oh, as for dinner, we ate dinner while we watched television. We spent some time watching, Whose Line is it Anyway?, which did seem promising, although I wasn't concentrating on it at the time, so I couldn't judge it fairly. We also watched the celebrity version of "So You Want to be a Millionaire. It was amusing to say the least.
As for what I did for the rest of the night? Well, I had to stay up until about 5am or so. I had to pick up Pam and drive her to the airport today. She's spending the day in San Francisco on business.
May 4, 2000