Ran a bit yesterday, 2 miles at the park. Sheesh. Two stinkin’ miles. And to think, less than a month ago, I managed 26.2. Hmmph. Strangely, Ren and Gary were there at the same time I was, but I didn’t see them. But I do keep seeing the strange “man-who-wears-his-shorts-really-low.” At the Mayfair (our favorite local bar) last weekend, at the bank the other day, and at the park too, of course. It’s generally his running shorts he wears too low, but at the Mayfair, he was wearing regular shorts too low too. Blech.

Anyway, I’m debating about going to pub quiz night tonight. I want to go, it’s really fun, but I’m also still tired from a lack of decent sleep and I know this weekend is going to wear me out. Plus it’s Thursday night, new Friends and ER and everything, and I have a little “project” I’m working on. (shh…it’s a secret. but all will be revealed soon enough…) So I guess I’ll give it a miss this week and rest up for the busy weekend.