greetings from whole foods in cupertino. i'm using their wireless. and eating a lunch they made for me. and enjoying their patio. all good things. i had acupuncture this afternoon and am meeting some women over here for dinner, so i'm basically killing time.
this morning i trained with holly for the marathon. 8 miles! go me. har! but it was the perfect day in santa cruz for training. and holly said that she'll do the big sur marathon with me in april. so once i'm finished with nike in october, i'll keep training with her and we'll do big sur together in april. i like that because then i won't just become the sloth eating bon bons on the couch, you know?
had a lovely evening with dearsweetdave last night. we enjoyed vegan (yeah vegans!) organic ravioli and salad (well, i had a salad...dearsweetdave in his infinite wisdom had cereal. cereal and ravioli is most certainly a gourmet combination. just ask any of those fancy chefs on the food network!) and then we watched an episode of weeds. we really do love that show. and we talked.
sleeping wasn't so great because stella threw up the entire contents of her stomach (and it was STINKY) at 4:00 a.m. and dearsweetdave was busy having battles with mosquitoes all night. he is just plagued by mosquitoes. they do not bite me. i'm immune. but poor dave. he's a mosquito magnet. and i'm often awakened to the sight of a naked man standing over my head with his balls hanging quite close to my face swinging wildly like a maniac with a rolled up copy of last week's rolling stone magazine (because, you know, that is the BEST defense against a mosquito) and cursing all while trying to not actually STEP on my head. i try to feign that i'm still asleep, but come on. i challenge any of you to actually stay asleep when you've got naked hairy balls swinging above your head with a naked man attached who is cursing and has turned on every single light in your bedroom and aimed them at the ceiling like kliegel spotlights and the rolled up copy of rolling stone is going thwap thwap thwap on the wall along with the "fuck, missed it" mutterings under his breath.
you just can't really sleep through that. no matter how hard you try. trust me.
