getting colder. must run faster.

Despite the subject line, tonight's run was actually a fairly leisurely pace, since I've not been doing much by way of exercise since the half-marathon two weeks ago; somewhere in the region of eight miles in just over an hour. And now, dinner.

dude. where's my mac?

The smell has been variously described as "new car smell", "musty", "rotting carpet" and even cannabis.
"My entire room smells bad and I have had to resort to a few air fresheners just to be able to work on it," one report read. (link; my emphasis)

"Otherwise my mom'd, like, totally freak. She's such a square, but I know she was a flower child in the sixties," continued Chad, before returning to his marathon Second Life session.