Well I’m feeling bad. I haven’t updated this journal since Friday. Technically it was Saturday, but that is only because I was up really really late on Friday. I must be lazy to have slacked off this long.
Anyway, let’s recap!
On Saturday I did nothing much. Wandered around the condo in a daze. I did get around to doing laundry. In the evening though, I went back to the bar. Jake was there too. I wasn’t much to talk to, as I was still dealing with a lack of sleep. I went home at 11:00, because, as usual, on Sunday I run.
I did something different with the run this week. Lately I’ve been feeling my group was going too slowly. So when a rogue group (not part of any organized Running Room clinic) went past us, I left and joined them. I still only went the distance I was supposed to (19 km) but this time I did it non-stop instead of 10 and 1s. So for the next few days my legs ached. They haven’t ached in awhile, so I take that as a good sign toward building muscles.
After the run I went for brunch. This time Mike was the center of attention, giving everyone history and culture lessons. Apparently the British people really hate the Americans. Something about, during World War II, the Americans having tea with the local girls in England, while all the men were dying in northern Africa. There were also comparisons between Hitler and Bush. Generally stuff that the politically correct wouldn’t talk about.
Sunday evening I went to a coffee place, had a hot chocolate, and tried to clean up my D&D campaign notes.
Monday really doesn’t deserve any mention.
On Tuesday I went to my Improv class. Much to my surprise, the door was locked. Last month’s classmate, Jenny, showed up a minute later. She knows practically every actor in Edmonton, so she phoned the instructor to find out what was going on. Not enough people had signed up, so it was canceled. It would have been nice to know that before.
So I bought Jenny a drink at a coffee place next door and we talked a bit. She eventually convinced me to go with her to see “The Underpants”, a play adapted by Steve Martin. It took convincing because I had, that day, purchased tickets for the Thursday show. So we went, and I had my ticket transferred to Tuesday. A bit of a loss, since I paid Thursday prices for a cheap Tuesday ticket.
The show was good, and it was fun to hang out with Jenny. She seems to know the entire theatre community. The play wasn’t as funny as Roxanne, but it was still something I would recommend.
After, Jenny convinced me (I’m very pliable) to come with her to a birthday party of one of her friends at the Sidetrack Cafe. So we went. After paying the cover charge to get in, we found that the band we were there for was gone, and the party was rapidly shutting down. So we only stayed for half an hour.
Wednesday was a running day. It was colder than I expected.
Today, there isn’t much to report. I had a coupon for $5 off of an Amazon purchase, so I spent half an hour trying to find another book I wanted so I could get free shipping. In the end though, I found that the coupon had expired yesterday. D’oh! Well, Shaw will probably send me another one eventually. They seem to do so every couple of months.
So that brings us up to date. I’ll try and write more often though, so I don’t have to do these long epics.
Speaking of which, I’ve noticed something. If I look at someone at random’s journal, there is usually just a few sentences of information in each entry. Whereas I’ve been raised on ‘s entries which are usually short novels. So I suppose I shouldn’t feel pressured to be like Jeff, when everybody else’s entries are so small.