Nine To Go

okay, you guys have been dying for a "life update" from me. i can tell. i know these things. alright, here's the deal:

i will be returning to my job at the physics department come mid-august. no more semi-dressing up (i've been slipping in that department lately, wearing dark tennis shoes and simply tucking a polo shirt into a pair of loose khakis).

after conquest's unsurprising announcement that tuscany, the new apartment building that was supposed to be done by august 1st, will not be done until august 18th, the management came through with a surprising offer for once...an interim residence. so one of my roommates and i will be sharing a studio apartment for those 18 days. yes, another chance to lug my belongings across another five city blocks. gotta love it.

i'm approaching my 200th post here at insular jot, which i suppose is a little exciting. i figure maybe 40 percent of them have been angry rants about republicans or bush, so i'm probably closing in on 120 real posts. maybe i should stop reading atrios, because i keep wanting to steal all his findings and report them as my own.

it's nearly 1 in the morning right now, which means it's about time for me to make a critical decision. stay up all night and totally crash during the last two hours of work in the afternoon, but actually get to the pool for an early-morning swim? or set my alarm for 5:45, knowing i'll just have to reset it to 8:30 so i can get up in time for work?

i'd just like to say i never gave up on landis, when all the commentators and analysts had written him off, saying he'd completely cracked and lost all hope of wearing the maillot jaune in paris. i can't wait for saturday's time trial. i might even get up at 3 a.m....or stay up until 3 a.m....to watch it.