Last night Terry and Ross and Raul and I went shopping instead of working out. Well, I needed a shirt for the reunion… They convinced me to buy a shirt I’d never have bought on my own, hmmmm. My god, I think I’m turning into an airhead. I really am intelligent, sheesh. All I talk about here is working out and shopping. I suppose this isn’t really the forum for deep thoughts, anyway. Plus, I think my brain is turning to mush. I need to pick up a non-fiction book soon. A biography. A historical biography. A very serious historical biography. Political would be best. Or maybe I should brush up on my calculus. Or physics. Maybe some of the people at the reunion will rub off on me. The doctors, scientists, and lawyers.

Okay, so onto a less happy subject…today is the fifth anniversary of my father’s death. Funny that it was on the eve of my five year high school reunion. Obviously didn’t make that one. I really miss him still. It surprises me that I still dream about him, I still cry sometimes, I still can’t really believe that I’ll never see him again. Sigh. It’s really going to suck when I get married. Talk about rubbing it in. No dad to walk me down the aisle, no dad to dance with. I’ll have to borrow an uncle.