Manuvering Traffic on I-95 (or finding zen in the voice of Waylon Jennings) The voice in my head said: "Hey, Josh, did ya get that memo? Mmm hmm, yeah. You see it's just that, well you're not in college anymore. Yeah. Just wanted to remind you. Ok? That's great."

Then another voice gently, yet intensely, began to sing:

Sitting in a park in Paris, France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They wont give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldnt want to stay here
Its too old and cold and settled in its ways here...


So I went for a 1 1/2 hour jog tonight after work down the East Bay Bike Path. Through Barrington and Warren, past houses and sailboats on the water. I don't really care about distance or time limits, I just go until I feel tired, then I turn back. But then sometimes I forget I have to turn back, and I run one way until I tire...

As I was sitting on what I only assume was someone's private beach, the first voice returned again. It called me a wuss. And then I started to get bit by mosquitos, so I started back down the path. Towards tomorrow.  ¶ 7/06/2006 09:22:00 PM