I have a slight tweak in my thorax. I don't think I tore anything or herniated anything and it's getting better. It's just mildly annoying at times. Doesn't interfere with anything, I don't think. I was power cleaning 190# just fine yesterday. I'll try to be strict with my deadlift form, though, instead of doing a Konstantinovs-style rounded upper back.
It's time to trim my beard.
We had our semianniversary yesterday. Time flies when you're having fun. We had sushi and watched the most recent episodes of Fringe and How I Met Your Mother. Fringe is most excellent right now. The sushi was decent, not great. There's another sushi place fairly close by, we should try it. There are billions of sushi restaurants in the city, and we have our preferences about the best ones, but it's good to know about decent ones that are close and reasonable.
As an aside, this quote from the article brought something up that I want to clarify:
In a classic example of how Republicans and Democrats respond to crises by engaging in fierce exchanges of moronic irrelevancies, John McCain insisted that ending the moratorium on offshore drilling would be "very helpful in the short term," while Barack Obama in typical liberal-arts yuppie style argued that federal investment in hybrid cars was the way out.Didn't Obama recently decide it was a good idea to start offshore drilling again? I realize his position was more nuanced in the election than, "NO OFFSHORE DRILLING".
One of my coworkers owes me cookies from a couple months ago. I had forgotten, but she told me today she had made them and will give them to me tomorrow. Excellent. Cookies FTW.
Ideas for Potemkin! The Musical will be entertained. Imagine the song and dance number on the stairs... In all seriousness, what would happen if Tea Party groups started watching Battleship Potemkin? As I remarked in my previous diaries, I think the capitalist state man be in its death throes, as evidenced by people walking dogs in baby strollers.
I'm soliciting, in a number of places, suggestions for names for the trophy I got at that powerlifting competition. It is an absurdly-muscled bald man standing up with a loaded barbell at his feet.
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