went for a short run with kt on saturday morning. i now find it impossible to walk down hills or stairs without wondering when my quads are going to give way and send me into a free fall tumble.

later that saturday we wandered around barnes & noble for a week or two and found ourselves sufficiently overwhelmed by the choices before us. neither of us got anything at all, aside from highly randomized factoids that may be of great use in a game of trivial pursuit, or an appearance on jeopardy. surprisingly, i was most amused/fascinated by one of those astrological sign books, if only for the fact that it was almost frightening once we figured out what our signs really were.

i'm intrigued, in an odd sort of way. any thoughts? for your own amusement, you can say that i'm full of b.s., and it turns out that might be true... says this taurus.

update: just. went. down. three. flights. of. stairs. what. was. i. thinking. no tumbles, but anyone watching would immediately suspect drunkenness, given the flailing legs and clutching of the handrails.