Avenue Dee

Tonight.

Philly tomorrow

Bingo!

Only three days away.

This week has been about icing, avoiding (further) injury and carbs. Mmmmm. So while there’s a lot of caution, there’s also a lot of excuses to eat that forbidden bagel or bowl of pasta. I’m building my reserves!

Also bought two shirts at TJ Maxx yesterday that are contending to be The One. The one to smell like sweat and anti-chaffing wax and have a big old number pinned to it. Thinking I’m going with the short-sleeved one, in tandem with these super slick arm sock things that’ll keep those extremities warm until I have to discard them.

Basically, after five months of training, this week I reward myself with gluttony (in moderation) and wastefulness.

And probably a cheesesteak on Sunday.

Favre may still be an asshole, but he’s a funny one.

That’s really fond of slapping dat ass. All of em, really.

Oh shit, I forgot I signed up for this.

thedailywhat:

Disgruntled Employee of the Day: An anonymous Toronto Star editor upset over Star publisher John Cruickshank’s decision to outsource union editing jobs to freelancers expresses her displeasure the best way he/she knows how: By marking up the internal memo notifying employees of said decision.

Amazing.

Embiggen.

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