I borrowed this from Sarah, because I don't really have much else to write today.

Last Cigarette: In Austin with David and Twins; Before that, Swiss parties; They always seem like a good idea at the time and then give me a sore throat for a week.

Last Alcoholic Drink: Mike's Hard Lemonade (I know, sissy, girly)

Last Car Ride: Jeep, top down, yeah!

Last Library Book: Finite Element Methods in Fluid Mechanics

Last Book Bought: Lost (by the author of Wicked and Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister and Eleanor (historical fiction about Eleanor of Aquitaine)

Last Book Read: Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, currently reading Eleanor.

Last Movie Seen in Theatres: I, Robot

Last Movie Rented: I don't rent movies anymore, because I'm a Blockbuster delinquent. I used PPV to watch Magdalene Sisters about a month ago, if that counts.

Last Cuss Word Uttered: Fuck. I say that a lot.

Last Beverage Drank: Morning coffee

Last Food Consumed: Half a slice of leftover pizza before bed last night.

Last Crush: Orlando Bloom. Ah, pirate, elf, prince of troy, whatever.

Last Phone Call: I'm sure it was to Mom. Just can't remember when.

Last TV Show Watched: West Wing

Last Time Showered: 7:30 am this morning

Last Shoes Worn: Black sandals

Last CD Played: Moby "18" (in my car)

Last Item Bought: Diet Pepsi from the vending machine yesterday afternoon

Last Download: Old pictures from Irwin's camera of me in fatigues getting ready to spend the weekend with the army as a roving journalist.

Last Annoyance: A slow day at work

Last Disappointment: How little exercise has improvered my stamina

Last Soda Drank: Diet Pepsi

Last Thing Written: Log entries for the NEEMO mission. Well, and yesterday's blog.

Last Key Used: g.

Last Words Spoken: "Where are you going?... Do you get to talk to the Europeans?"

Last Sleep: 11 p.m. until 7 am, then 7:30 am (gotta love snooze)

Last Ice Cream Eaten: Vanilla at the Moon Party yesterday

Last Chair Sat In: Uncomfortable 70s-era office chair.




Last night I took the dogs out for an hour carrying my backpack, followed by 728 stairs in Kemah with Jen (yes, I counted... well, counted and multiplied. I'm a counter, what can I say? When I take tests, I dismay people by figuring out the impact of mistakes on each test question, then on my overall grade on the test, taking into account curving, then my grade in the class, then my cumulative GPA. This type of rationale drives other people slowly insane. I guess everyone is allowed to have neurotic test taking behavior, and that's mine.) I woke up this morning with a slightly dull ache in my quads and a slightly dull ache in my arms (from rock climbing?). I guess that means I got a good workout. I've been really religious about doing something exercise-y for the last month or two, but I don't really feel like I've made any gains - climbing those stairs last night didn't seem any easier than the first time Jen and I did it. Well, I'm going to keep at it, so maybe even if I don't make Longs Peak, I will be fine for Peru.