Dear Nosey,
How are you? I am fine.
What a beautiful day in Southern California, at least after that white cloud left and stopped cluttering up the sky.
Guess what? No, guess. Nope! I got a new tire for my car. Yep. That's right. It's a beaut. Round and everything. They even had free coffee in the waiting room (Free. As in "no charge," sister!). Anyhow, Old Man Gelson said my alignment was off. The camber was one way and the caster off or empty or something. He said something about the tow in, but I told him I drove there.
Hey, it's a full moon here. Maybe you'll have one soon!
I had a real non-productive day. I went to one place to do some testing, but they had a power failure. So I waited around and had a soda. Diet Pepsi. Then I went somewhere else to install some software patches for Daylight Savings Time. Only when I got there, I looked at the time and it was 4 hours off and thought it was in Patagonia. It is the big laser printery thing that I brought the patch for. So, I'm like "do you really need to have this patch?" and he's like "yeah, we need to have the time right all the time" and I'm like "but look, so do you even have a branch whereever Patagonia is?" and he's like "no, that's weird" and I'm like "so, we've got at lot of decisions to make. First, does Patagonia follow DST?" and he's like "where is that?" and I go "funny you should mention Patagonia" and told him all about the
Patagonian Toothfish. So, before this story goes off on a tangent, he basically says "whatever" and I install the patch, relocate the printer to the Pacific Coast, and set the time.
Now, I'm comfortable that the printer's time will change this weekend, just like planned. And, just like the last ten years, no one will know or care what time or date the printer thinks it is. I mean, it's a printer... Who cares?
DST is just like Y2K, only you can roll your eyes at this one ('cuz the doom shouters blew all their doom-capital eight years ago when the word didn't come to an end).
Then, I went to the gym. Although I hit 405 on the deadlift before, I have been unable to get there again. But, today, I got it again. 405. Only I'm heavier than when I hit 405 the last time. It's the form. If I keep the form, I lift the weight.
Hey, here's a shocker. A gay guy in dolphin-style shorts and a half shirt was chatting me up during my foam rolling. He was German and disturbingly flexible. No one needs to be that flexible. Disturbing. He said he has sciatica. As he basically folded himself in half. Did I mention he was disturbing?
Now, I'm home. My roomie is watching Diagnosis Murder. It's like Scoobie Doo for old people. I'm watching Robin Hood (on BBC America). It's like Robin Hood, only he appears to have quite a bit to say about Bush's War in Iraq! Only he calls Bush "King Richard." Or, maybe the Pope is Bush and King Richard is Rumsfeld. Hard to tell.
Well, that's all for now. The commercial is almost over and I'm thirsty.
Write me back if you want. BFF!
LD
So if you happen to meet that beautiful brilliant hilarious 5'11" redhead, ask her if she's got a friend, sister, etc.
wow Roland are you chewing on those tires when you get hungry or what?? Thats crazy! I hope you feel better once you pick up the kids. Hanging with Allie and Tony should brighten your mood a bit. Lots of hugs and such from your kids is just what you need. 
