movie

four friends (1981). best fight scene ever.

ever.

the one in the bar. toward the end of the movie.

odds

crossed paths with someone i could have met in 1996 in mex.

love by locale

loose wiring and a turkey

sent this to a friend. it's worthy for print.

a confession. i have a strange urge to cook for people. family. not my family. but my pretend future family. chalk it up to that nonsense nesting urge infesting my brain. i just can't seem to logic it away. i've gone so far as to collect a few recipes or ads of food that look good as reminders should i have my house all fixed and ready for a dinner party, invitations printed, and am hosting the big day. in 20 yrs. or my next life.

bad pool

threw out my mid back today. it's never been this bad. it took me 5 mins to figure out how to get out of bed. now i'm not sure what's next. was going to walk miss moots, but i'd need to take my cell phone and might have to call 911.

and all for what? a swim. geez. thought i could get away with going a little harder after being back on for some weeks.

that'll learn me. and these 60 hour weeks have got to stop so i can take better care during the week. funny thing is, i can usually still ride like this. will find out tomorrow.