My pockets hurt

I'm proud of myself and hope that this is the start of a positive change in the life of me. In the past three days, I've gone to the YMCA twice. Both times have been before 8 am (7:30 and 6:00, respectively) and have combined cardiovascular activity (bicycling) and weight lifting (weight machines).

Right now, I'm groggy, tired, sore and weary. And it feels pretty damn good.

The schedule (as it stands now) will be Monday/Wednesday/Saturday, depending on weekend plans and other circumstances as they arise. Since the Y is open from 5am to 9:30pm, I don't see a problem with it not fitting into my schedule. My back is a little sore, but I think that's from having such a sedentary lifestyle. I woke up yesterday with a shooting pain in my back (the one I get every once in a while). I think it's time to see the chiropractor to adjust me as needed.

Marie and I saw Serendipty (terrible), Wet Hot American Summer (fantastic) and Ghost World (very good) this weekend. H. Jon Benjamin shows up when you least expect him.

Tonight we're house-sitting for my parents while they are away in Georgia for a vacation. Ok, maybe house-sitting is not the right term. Hot tub and cable modem using sounds better. Also get to go to Cy's Biestro for some Thai food. I've been looking forward to this since last week.

Two interesting bumper stickers I saw en route to work:
"When the tailgate drops, the bullshit stops"
and
"Ass, gas or grass - Nobody rides for free" (Complete with pictures of each, for those visual learners).

I also saw a mini-van driver (with a D.A.R.E. bumper sticker) throw a cigarette butt out his window. Ah, delicious irony.