Restrung

My beads broke weeks ago and I just got around to fixing them. The hemp chord that was keeping all one-hundred and eight beads together snapped as I was swinging them around outside. I finally got new chord and found that the swatch of grass had apparently eaten two beads.

So I grabbed a handful of beads from another set of broken malas, measured and restrung (and restrung and restrung) and finally got them even. After some fun with pliers, a drill bit, and almost the entire length of 300, I was done.

Also, gas is over $3.00! What the hell! Is some kind of holiday coming up or something? Fucking oil. I am seriously going to start carrying around spray paint and stencils, and tagging Hummers and other big-assed guzzlers. Now, it won't drop the price of oil. But I'll feel better and can complain with a free conscience.

We went to the gym today. Actually went to the gym. I mean it! My blue scrubs do not look that cute on me. If I was a panda saving a baby tiger from the rain with a flower umbrella wearing those things, I'd still not be as cute as they looked on one short redhead. We watched cartoons and Sci-Fi channel as we worked the treadmills.

I impressed Kasey with my running skills, as this is the first time we've seen the other work out. Little does she know I had to turn the speed and the incline down near the end there. (Shh, I'm trying to get some. I need all the help I can get.) Getting off the treadmill is always fun because it feels like you're walking at ten miles per hour.

I'm drinking a mix of OJ and Mountain Dew, and this guy is on TV asking people to send $70 for passover and God will bless them with an inheritance. Seventy-god-damned-dollars. This guy is intense. If it wasn't for the guilt I seriously hope keeps him up at night I'd say he must sleep like a baby after his performances.

Gah, I need to go to bed. Night night, sleep tight.


- David