3 times in one week, long time since we’ve seen that much activity around here, right?

• Haven’t checked any more of the “to do’s” off my 13 point list since I wrote, but made a pretty good attempt at doing so today. Lots of inking, and getting closer to packing another page away. And while I’ve not taken any things off the list, I did actually end up finding a few more things which needed to be added to it, boo. I’m going to wait till I finish these 13 points though before I make up another list, or I’m worried I’ll just freak out and crumble under the pressure again. SO MUCH STUFF TO DO, AND ALL BY MYSELF TOO ARGGHH!

Went to Dick’s Sporting Goods today and bought a new pair of running shoes. In keeping with my trying to lose 20 lbs theme, I went for a couple mile run last night with Dr. Jenny, who is used to running upwards of 10 miles a day, and my fat ass has only officially gone running 3 times this season so far. Yay. Shins were killing me though, and pretty much put an end to my run before the rest of me was ready, as in usually I am too exhausted or out of breath to keep going, but last night it was the shins getting sore. So I grabbed a pair of Asics that were kinda cool, with more support, and hopefully they’ll be better for me.

As I was out, I took a peek at the Target toy section to see what was new, and ran across the new Incredible Hulk movie figures. Oh boy, talk a trainwreck waiting to happen. This might seem like a weird way to gauge movies, and certainly not scientific at all, but I’ve found that 99% of the time the quality of the movie tie-in toys weigh proportionately to how good the movie is going to be. Don’t believe me? Take a look at the Spider-Man 3 toys. Or the Fantastic Four 1 and 2 figures. Oh yeah, how about those Ghost Rider figs, eh? Wait, what’s that, still not sure - but did you forget about THESE?!

I rest my case.

Incredible Hulk, mark my words, gonna make that Ang Lee Joint look like Schindler’s List in comparison. BET.

That’s about it, gonna actually work tomorrow (Saturday), something I rarely do, to try and catch up on all this mess. Sunday Jenny has a race (for the CURE - of the breast variety, not Robert Smith) and then next week she flies home to visit family and do a half-marathon in Olympia (amongst other things) for 10 days. Me, alone for 10 days. I better stock up on booze.

UGH.