grindmonkeh

I just got back from my first jog in almost three months. Dan and I ran down to Fairbanks Park on the riverside and turned a few laps the length of the park along the pavement parallel to the water as the sun came up. I was running music on my brainradio and drifting out of my head looking for a cadence of distraction so I could hold up. It was zen-like, a lot like that exact moment when a hangover disappears. I had never gone that route before since we had been running inside over the winter up until I had to go on hiatus. We got back and I asked him how much pavement he thought we had pounded. He said that he had tripped it on his odometer at six and a quarter miles. I guess I'm still in fair shape, but I'm glad he didn't tell me that before we finished or I would have dodged out of the last two miles.

I have my ftp server up and running with my mp3's and various odds and ends. I thought it would be a good way to trade music since I don't have a cd burner at work anymore. I'll set up an account for anyone who wants to trade music, though my tastes will cater to few.

I need to find a manual on asp coding. I've been staring at a file that was given to me for an html form that logs to a text file and have almost lost the grasp of the English language and the concept of desalivatory measures.