I cold step to you with a fresh pack of gum.

2007-03-28 / 8:54 p.m.

I've got just a few days left on this old diaryland thing, what with my April 1 deadline. (My d-land image hosting has already expired, and I'm not likely to go through ancient entries and redo all the image links.) I'm having a hard time getting started on any work tonight, apart from listing crap on ebay, so I figured I should log in and tell you that I seem to be a shitty baker these days. After the recent Stout Cake disaster, I thought plain old chocolate chip cookies would be an okay way to recover my personal baking credibility, but I made some last night and they were puffy and cakey and bleah. I'm not saying I didn't eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner today, I'm just saying that cakey cookies are bullshit and I'm tired of these kitchen snafus.

I also want to tell you, though I swore I would not blog about exercise, that I have graduated to non-stop miles in my jogging/plodding career. By that I mean that I can run a mile, walk four minutes, and then run another mile. I don't even feel like dying when it's over, and my current plan is to do this for another two weeks until I feel like I can cut out the walking break.

I am pretty sure that this turn of events is unprecedented in my (checkered) history with exercise. I always maintained in the past that I got too bored with running to sustain it for more than like five minutes at a time, but the fact is that I never bothered to build up any stamina for it in a systematic way. Also, I refuse to run in the cold--it's way too hard on my throat, and I need my throat for the singing. This high-maintenance requirement has, in the past, precluded the possibility of running for much of the year. But now I am a gym member, and suddenly I have been jogging indoors for weeks, long enough to get some gotdamn stamina--and I have designs on a 5K.

I'd also like to be able to do one pull-up at some point in my life, but that probably won't happen this year. I may get some shoulder meat on me, though. You watch out. GET READY FOR THE GUN SHOW.

Only you got the thing I just got to get with,
Maven.

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