i got to book club vaguely on time but didn't get to finish the last 20 pages of the book (che guevara, the motorcycle diaries). for some reason, i couldn't get engaged in it. at least it prompted me to get myself a quickie lesson in south american history. it was a small meeting and a relatively short discussion, and mandy had gone out of her way to make things really nice for us. the surprising part was that no one had brought suggestions for next month, so we have to go soliciting. dang.
everyone seems in good spirits here at work tonight. i am glad, but time is passing really, really slowly and while i had a really good ride in, where i was feeling good and energetic and full of ideas about how to improve my life, i am starting to fade and it's not even 3am.
i haven't heard from jack today, i hope he's okay.
also, is kickboxing stupid?