Today equals FAIL

Morning: Realize an hour into my day that I've been wearing my cardigan inside-out. FAIL.

Afternoon: Realize a work project I thought was nearly complete and only required a few simple steps to finish is neither nearly complete nor simple nor anywhere in the ballpark of either of those things. FAIL.

Evening: Get a fucking $150 speeding ticket driving home from work in the suburban wasteland where the speed limit is too low and the cops aren't busy enough. FAIL.

I think I'll crack open a bottle of one of my favorite wines, Rosa Regale.

Which, incidentally, is nowhere to be found in the suburban wasteland. I picked it up on a recent trip to Baltimore.

Geekery at its finest

I swear, I do more than obsess about LOST. But you'd never know it by this blog.

Notes to self: Dust your damn bookshelves. The dustbunnies are going to eat Jack, Hurley and Sawyer.

Getting fit LOST Rewatch style

I'm taking a break from my daily Jillian Michaels-style ass kickings to hit the elliptical LOST Rewatch style. It's a simple equation really- 1 workout = 1 LOST episode. I should be able to keep up with the schedule this way and get flatter abs in the process.

Unfortunately for me, D took swapped the small HD television we got for the workout room for the piece of crap box with a tube we had in the bedroom. So now, I have to rewatch LOST on this:



Either that, or I have to drag the elliptical into to the living room to watch it on the big screen HD. And I'm just not feeling that ambitious.