Happy birthday to bluechromis!

Happy birthday to blue,
Happy birthday to blue;
Happy birth-day dear chromis,
Happy birthday to you!

(and I know you're not terribly happy today, my dear, but there just isn't a cute little song that goes I know it's your birthday, and I'd like to recognize that fact in hopes of future celebration and to remind you that people care and remember, and I hope you feel better soon. If there was, well, then I'd have sung that song instead.)

I feel used...

well-used, that is. The last six days is the first time in quite a while I've worked out for six days straight. No half-assed TKD forms classes either, it was the real thing every day. And now, on the seventh day, after that Sunday full-body weights thing, I rest... and stretch my back muscles and go ooooo, I can feel that! :) I think my legs are definitely improving now. Looked around online for a while to see if that would help me set any goals for myself (as in, how much should a normal female be able to deadlift?) but didn't get anywhere (fine, I'll aim for body weight and see how I feel when I get there). My elbows also seem to be all healed up, so I can do biceps again, and I'm back up to speed on bench presses, and that too is good.

Speaking of all this soreness, I finally made an appointment for one of those student shiatsu massages, for next Monday, when I'll doubtless feel just like I do today. Watch for the review.

It's a boring day at work, but there's been slight progress on the condo front: I browbeat HLM into calling our landlady again, and I made an appointment for us to go look at some places on Friday. One of the nicest-sounding ones in our price range is on Arcadia St... how cool would it be to end up there. Et in Arcadia ego.

Ha ha ha ha ha...

tshirthell.com is now selling gift wrap. Hellishly offensive gift wrap, of course.

I think I like "It's the thought that counts.... right?" Pretty blue paper. Too bad I had none of that last night when wrapping a certain someone's b-day present.