Out of the many things I hate about South Dakota, driving presents several of them.



#1: Non-commercial drivers. Not only are they clueless and almost without exception fail to use turn signals along with pretty regularly driving on the shoulder, but what is it with speeding minivans? Does the extra speed add enough coolness to your persona to offset the fact that you are driving a MINIVAN? I think not.



#2: Commercial drivers: They have NO problem causing you to lock 'em up and squeal sideways down the highway because they just pulled out in front of you at 5mph while you were about 200 yards away going 65mph. Many motorists are killed each year as a result of this exact behavior. Enough said, I think.



#3: Tailgaters: You will all burn in Hell and I will laugh with glee. Remember that next time you think you can insert your Honda Civic up the tailpipe of my Jeep Cherokee. You probably can, and someday I might make you do it, and then your insurance company can buy me an even newer Jeep with even fewer miles on it. How's that sound? Sounds like good fun to me.



Notes on the boss today:

Be warned that you won't be told the rules until after you have violated one of them.

Note to self: probably should sign up for that psychic divination class at the local food co-op.



Notes on endocrinologist today:

His score is now 0-2 for times visited withOUT him having made a crass remark. First visit it was "So you were always heavy?" when I told him I weighed 140lbs when I graduated high school. Hello! any less than that and I look like I've been hitting the crack pipe. Today it was "That happens when you replace them with food." when I told him I instantly gained 7 lbs after quitting smoking. Needless to say, I didn't replace the cigs with M&M's; I actually had replaced them with sit-ups. Fuck you, doc, seriously.



Gonna have to get new running shoes, the Adidas are still making my feet numb.

Gerald, aka "Mr. Fishie", passed away in the night. He was given a sentimental burial in the kitchen garbage bin. He is survived by the ugly black algae-covered snail, who has relocated to the kids' tank. He was approximately 4 years old, which is about it for a betta.



Drew says: "Truly a sad day for ichthyology fans everywhere. Mr. Fishie was truly a prince amongst fish. His community service and philanthropy will be remembered far beyond his few years."



I think I will pack his tank away for a bit.

I was **trying** to watch the Dbacks while I was at the gym today but then some weightlifting gorilla changed the TV channel to "elimiDate" (wtf is that???) for his girlfriend on the elliptical machine next to me without even asking if i was watching the game.



I couldn't reach the TV controls to change it back :((



Exercising will not make me taller, but it will eventually make me able to kick that guy's ass. Or maybe just outrun him. Maybe. ;>