At least John Kerry is a better snowboarder than I am. I tend to get the feeling with him -- as I do with a lot of prominant people -- that I could do better; however, after my recent experience, I have to give it up for his ability to carve. Lookin' sharp, brah.

It's a weird time. I'm a little hung over from last night. Only a little; 4 or 5 pints of Guiness, and no tangy biking vegan from Seattle to stumble into either. That's too bad, I guess. I'm still lacking my mojo, or at least the energy and fortitude to whip it out and apply. I was thinking the other day about my faux-sex-symbol status at work (thanks Spacewaitress), and how/if/should I ever make that work for me. On a certain level I love attention like anyone does, yet at the same time I don't want to have to live up to any expectation or go out of my way to get my kudos.

Need to stretch more.