I want to post something to push that other post below the fold, but I don’t actually have anything to say.

Scary, isn’t it?

I suppose a diary entry is in order.

Dear Diary:

Today was a little weird. Due to a situation I won’t go into involving my in-laws, I wanted to get out of the house, so after my shower I grabbed a Slim-Fast and my laptop and my bicycle and went to Brooke’s house. We puttered around a little and then went to the Greeneway to ride. It was okay, but my legs–just the very tops–were sore, and I still don’t know why. (Could they still be recovering from Wednesday’s bellydance class? It was a rough workout, but damn!)

We parked at Martintown and rode up to Pisgah Road, then back down to the Activities Center, at which point we stopped long enough to see Santa Claus and chat about insecurity. Then we turned around and headed back to our cars.

Back at Brooke’s place, we watched two episodes of Kyou Kara Maou: 運命の男 (Man of Fate, in which Yuuri and Greta help Izura and Nina and encounter Geigen Huber) and 炎のレース (Race of Fire, in which Yuuri is almost added to Louis Vinon’s collection–of course, Conrad would have carried him off “on foot”, right? :D). Really cool episode coming up, but Brooke was (as usual) falling asleep, so we stopped.

Then it was time for her to have her family dinner with her family, so I headed back to the house, put my bike away, and started dinner. Thanks to Amy Nakazawa, one of my newer subscriptions, I now know how to make “velvet” chicken, and so I did, with stir fry vegetables and steamed rice. It was very good.

I watched bits and pieces of Bruce Almighty while I was cooking. Pretty funny. (No, I can’t stop putting those links in. I think they’re cool.)

That has pretty much been the extent of my day. At this point I am living solely for December 17 18, on which day I will be baking cookies like a madwoman at Mari’s house. I can’t wait.