i ran into my old boss at the grocery store this evening, the guy who hired me for my first real job out of university. he still looks the same. shaving your head and obsessively working out will do that, i suppose. that's one way to live a life. not mine. i'll grow my hair out till i can't. i'll work out irregularly and poorly. i want to put my focus on other things. on music, on writing. life's too short to lift weights in a fluorescent-lit room.
tomorrow is a designated birthday. my actually birthday a little while back, but we're celebrating tomorrow. going to my favourite pub for a few pints and a spicy roti. i have to run sunday morning. i'm making things harder on myself. the story of my life?
this week my second back at the office most-of-the-time. maybe i'll get used to it. i don't think so. much easier to work at home, much quieter. today my dogs slept on the couch in the basement in the thin late summer light. had a knock at the door: two packages, books i'd ordered for my birthday, everyone in my family giving me gift certificates to indigo. almost $200 worth of books. this'll keep me till christmas (and probably well past that).