Hello how was your weekend. I'm sure it was great and not frustrating at all. It was beautiful in Missoula this weekend. It's been sunny and the leaves are all golden and flying around. It hasn't rained yet, the leaves haven't gotten sopped and mushy, when you go running they fly up behind you and make you feel like you're going fast.
Right here in this paragraph I would have offered you some fascinating information about my run this morning (incidental details such as that it was chilly but nice, that hobos had fires, and that the slowest bicyclist in the world was out for a very slow bike ride) but I'm pretty tired and don't want to. I'm just going to make dinner now so I can put something on my food diary for tonight other than ice cream and then I'm going to bed.
I'm keeping a food diary now and I have a nutritionist (not really) with whom I meet on Fridays to discuss food and such. Whenever I use 'whom' in a sentence I'm being sarcastic. My nutritionist is actually a something-or-other in training (not a nutritionist, I'm making that up) and I am a guinea pig. I am providing a service to her. So far, all that's happened is that I've eaten fewer Mr. Goodbars and then lied about the ones I did eat.
Basically, I don't have anything to say, other than that Missoula is lovely and that I'm pretty much an expert on dismantling Subaru dashboards now, so if you'd like some help with yours (or your neighbor's), let me know. Unfortunately, I'm not an expert on CD changers.
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