Ikeeeeeeeeeeeeea

This morning I got up and ran around Greenlake. No, seriously. I didn't like, run the whole time, I mostly would run for 30-60 seconds, then walk for a minute or two, then run, then walk, but I ran, I really did. I should do that more and build up stamina.

oren asked if I'd want to check out a supposed Philly cheesesteak place in the u-district. We went there and it turned out to be closed. Oops. So we got lunch at Chipotle instead. Mm, Chipotle.

Oren has a bigger car than I do, so he offered to take me to IKEA, so we did that. My goal had been to get a new dresser or wardrobe or something to keep t-shirts in, but I wasn't really quite happy with anything I saw there, so I decided to continue thinking it over. What I did get was three new bookcases, which can go under the counter and in the hallway and things like that. Trust me, they fit. So now I have some more shelf space. I might make the hallway bookcase my baseball bookcase, maybe.

While I built bookcases and did laundry, Oren hung out here and played Kingdom Hearts. It took me like an hour to figure out why the voice of Sora sounded so familiar (it's Haley Joel Osment), and the Disney voices are pretty funny.

I still have a lot of cleaning to do. I feel uninspired.

I actually logged into PP and pillaged for an hour tonight. I think that was like, one of the first times I'd actually played any of the puzzles in about three weeks. I just can't make myself care about the game at all anymore, really.

Somehow the Mariners have managed to take the last 3 games from the AL-West-leading Angels, which is crazy. Jamie Moyer got his 200th career win over my favorite blue-eyed pitcher last night, and the M's actually bothered giving Ryan Franklin some run support today. Crazy. I had started writing an article about "Willie Bloomquist the Washburn-killer" but then USSM beat me to the punch. Dammit!

Treadmills suck, and so do the Angels

I would have gotten up and gone running around the lake again today, except that when I left my place, it was raining, so instead I went to the gym and ran/walked on the treadmills there for a while. I figured out something fundamental, though:

Treadmills suck because you can pretty much get off the treadmill at any point and be right where you started, so there's nothing really compelling you to keep going other then augmenting the numbers.

Seriously -- if I start walking/jogging around the lake, I'm pretty much going 3 miles. That's all there is to it. But if I get on the treadmill I can just decide at any moment, "Eh, this sucks, I'm bored, I think I'll leave" and do so.

I spent the afternoon shopping with Megan and Heidi. Megan and I walked to a place near the lake called Title 9, which specializes in women's sportswear... which is all too expensive and too small for me. We had better luck at the mall with Heidi -- first I checked out some Eccos and other sandals at The Walking Company, and then we went around various other shops. In a moment of pique I bought a double-tank-top at Macy's (which I am assured looks cute on me, but which I have my doubts about), and then we ended up going down to REI, where we found a fitting room that all three of us could lounge around in and try stuff on, and I think I tried on like ninety pairs of pants. I found one pair I really liked, which has more pockets than I've ever seen in one pair of pants, and inadvertantly found a shirt, too, which I had just grabbed to try on with stuff, but which Megan said "That shirt! It's awesome! Buy it! Buy it NOW!"

Oh, I also found a stuffed animal, a duckling. I couldn't resist. You know how it is with me and ducks. The guy at the register quacked at me when ringing up the stuff I bought. He also helped me figure out that I'm apparently still in REI's member database, even though I hadn't been there in a really long time, so cool.

Came home. Went to Safeway. Got tortellini. Cooked tortellini. Called Nick. Goofed off on PP. I guess it's been a decent, semi-productive weekend.

Still not king.