Ok, Ok, the much requested diary entry for today. I really don't have anything to say. I went sailing last night. We lost. But that's ok. It was fun. And my skipper complimented me a lot - he said I was really catching on and all my instinct were good. This is about as much of a compliment as can be expected, so I was proud. It was REALLY hot last night though. I think I am FINALLY experiencing the deathly hot Houston summer, but I can take two months of this, and its cooler today, too.

Oh, and I want to give a shout out to Maayan who is dutifully keeping up with my life better than I am keeping up with hers! Maayan, if you were to start a web log (hint hint), I would read it regularly too :).

Now, tell me one more thing, olders and wisers. We were talking about retirement yesterday, mainly because Sarah is setting up all her retirement plan stuff with NASA. I said that I certainly plan on retiring on a higher salary (and then being in a higher tax bracket) than I am in right now as a new employee fresh out of college (meaning all this tax deferred stuff is a bunch of crap at least for the next few years, cause I'd prefer to pay taxes on my money now when I'm on a lower tax bracket, than later when I'm in a higher one). I was told I could only be so lucky as to retire on my current salary. Do you think $40,000 a year (in Fiscal Year 2003 dollars) is enough for retirement (with the assumption that I would also have a fully paid off house)? I don't think so. Or am I being a completely unrealistic Boca brat?

My mom wants to know what kind of trouble puppy has gotten into.

So if you really must know.. Well, last night she went to the bathroom in my apartment RIGHT AFTER I took her on a walk. Little bitch. But that was her first "accident" in about a month (though I understand she had a few at Gavin and Jen's house). This morning she woke up at 5:15 a.m. and refused to be put outside (barking and clawing at my door for 30 minutes, until I decided that it was too early in the morning to drive the neighbours crazy). Then she ran back and forth through the apartment while I tried to get two more hours of sleep. I kept waking up to her licking my hand. The first time she did this, I thought it was cute. The second time, I through a pillow at her. So instead of licking me on the hand, she would sit next to my bed and cry. I don't know what her problem was this morning. Anyway, she's playing with her puppy friend today, ensuring that she will be an obedient sweetheart tonight. I really need to buy a house so I can get a second dog. Tomorrow, she undergoes major surgery (well, she's getting spayed -- one puppy is enough thank you very much). It ensures that tomorrow morning will be another whining crisis, because I am not allowed to feed her and only give her a half a cup of water after 8 p.m. tonight. Normally she wakes up in the middle of the night and drinks several times.