It’s the first day of spring where there’s equal time to the day as there is to the night (am I building a theme here?). The first sound I heard rolling out of my cubbie hole bed, is the scraping of snow shovels on the sidewalk below: It’s snowing.
The flurries didn’t last long nor will they stick as it warms to the 40s today but I’m happy enough from an evening of watching the tourny last night. Two of my upset predictions didn’t happen, but at least the ULCA and VCU game was worth the watch.
All this bullshit about Obama not spending enough time “helping the economy” (picking brackets, and going on Leno) needs to relax. I’m stressed and over worked and a night out last night to have beers with friends and break away is much needed for everyone.
Today in history, in 1997 Liggett admits cigarettes are addictive. I’m thinking about this fact after walking bar to bar last night, passing groups of smokers on the street at various times and wondering why I too might have a secret urge to puff. Was it because my mother smoked? or some of my friends do? or I’m just board and just want an excuse to meet new people (but do I really need more smoker friends?).
I’m not a smoker and with the turn of 2009 to more daylight, I should spend more time exercising than thinking about more ways to kill my life span earlier. Life can be short, if anything the unexpected death of Natasha Richardson can show us all.
