I met Mr. Obama this evening. He's going to kick ass and take names.

Then Nicole and I went back to the office, where I proceeded to burn an hour working, only to lose another hour wasting time, only to miss dinner completely.

Ever want to keep running until you fell down? I feel like that right now. The only thing I ever enjoyed about running was the feeling you got when you finished and someone handed you a cup of water. That was the tastiest water I had ever consumed. Yu could just fall down, legs sprawled in the grass, and drink the ice cold teeth hurting water until your stomach hurt almost as much as the rest of you. The trick with pain is to spread it around until you go numb. When skiing, you only feel bad if your feet are cold, or your hands. If everything cools off at the same rate you don't notice anything is wrong until you get home and see the bite marks on your extremities, tiny frost flakes stealing your life while you were otherwise occupied.

I found a book sitting on the ground yesterday on the street. I picked it up and brought it home, despite already owning a copy. You can never own too many copies of a work with someone named Isabel in it. Today the sun was bright enough to read during lunch yet I sat inside, mundanely masticating a tasteless sandwich. I wanted to be outside, to catch the few rays coming down and treasure them for the tiny joy they could provide. Instead I sat, watching a few minute of CNN, my soul slowly ground down like so many others before me.

Tomorrow will be a better day. It always is.