I can't wait for Thanksgiving- days off work, yummy food in my belly, and lots of (daytime) road-runs.

Now that I've officially signed up, I can't back out last minute. Excited (and scared) for race day; fingers crossed for no ankle twists or sprains/strains in the meantime.

Run run run through the rain rain rain.

On a separate note, I went on a baking spree last weekend-for the second weekend in a row-and made a whole bunch of random dessert. Practise!- for holiday treats!

Had dinner tonight with new friends (and future roommate!) in North Beach after work.
Dinner started around 6:30pm and ended almost at 11pm.
That's how you know you've had good company.

Girl's night out this weekend; I am so excited!

Today, at 7:30am I decided to give lethargy a swift kick in the butt; I showered, combed my hair, and wore my favourite silver shoes to work. (They make me feel pretty!)

I had a big, filling breakfast, and listened to ABBA while I worked. I wasn't able to sing-a-long because among other reasons, I sound horrible, but I did bob around a lot at my desk. Super troupers like you wouldn't believe; my mother does not know.

It was beautiful outside today, and I love that I now sit next to windows so I can enjoy it. I also don't sit under an A/C vent anymore- I like it when I can feel my fingers.

Tonight's run with N and G was pushed back till tomorrow, so S and I got dinner instead. Our waiter was cute, the food was delicious, and the conversation was wonderful.
My risotto was cheesy and purple- just how I like it!

"Really? Paper? Who does that?!"

I feel so happy.

Its raining. I'm debating whether or not I ought to run despite it.

Good news: the pressure behind my eyes has lifted a bit. Where it was once a 4 on a pain-scale of 10 its not sitting at an on-and-off 2. I can deal with that.

Bad news: the lethargy is still hanging around me. I think it has separation anxiety.

H came up Friday evening to see me, and we ended up grabbing dinner with a few other friends before heading back to my apartment for a night of beer, oranges, chips and colouring books. Have I ever told you how much I like crayons? I love crayons. I like the sound that crayons make as they make vigorous contact with paper, and that sharp stickiness they make when you lift your arm up for a quick break.

I have a box of 64 of them that came with a built-in sharpener and they make me happy.

The next morning, H and I trekked out to Tartine Bakery in the Mission for breakfast; its a place she had been itching to try out for a while after having seen a cookbook of theirs. I had an almond croissant pastry of some sort and it was delicious (I know, my not having the fancy French name down doesnt give the pastry enough justice) .

Even at 9 am, the line was out-the-door. We were lucky and got there before the brunch wave hit- meaning: we were able to find tables to sit down at while we breakfast-ed away.

Yums in my tums.

Weird weather; its been mid-70s in San Francisco all week.

I have been battling a dull headache and extreme lethargy for the past few days- I keep waking up in the mornings feeling exhausted -it wasn't bad at first, but the pressure behind my eyes has been getting to me more so than the discomfort in my head. I thought that it might be my extensive daily contact-wearing and extended computer-use, so I went out and got (red-framed) glasses.

I am not as cute as her.

I've been sleeping all day today; I hope the eye-rest makes it all better.

Highlights since I've last written include turning 23, Half Dome, discovering Jordanian food, Flaming Lips, first SC2 game (which I won), Vegas, geo-caching, and lots and lots of sporting events.

Cy is on a plane right now heading towards Asia from New York.

I don't know why I miss him so much; I have definitely gone longer than 2 weeks without seeing him. I think its more that I know he's physically far away, my head hurts, and I want a big hug from a fuzzy bear to make me feel better. I wish the doctor knew definitively what it was so that I could pop some pills and make the ache go away. I am convinced that I'd rather be dealing with acute pain for a shorter period of time than this slow aching tension on my temples that has decided to be best friends with me....grass is always greener, right?

I sound depressed. I'm not. Just achy, and having lots of restless sleep. I can see though, how dealing with long-term "manageable" pain can make someone cranky. Its only been 4 days and I am wearing matching complain-y pants and socks.

From less bothersome times...