I took yesterday off from blogging because, in banking, Columbus still discovered America and we take the day off to observe Ferdinand and Isabella's triumph. Also, the Federal Reserve is closed and your local branches and back office employees are pretty useless on days like that.

Second, is anyone from Florida trying to reach me? I've been noticing a lot of missed calls from the 954 area code. I'm not picking up, though, cause it might be Jeb Bush. I owe him money, I think.

After work on Friday, I did one of my favorite things: ride the subway (I rode that very train to the left). I took the train down to Union Station and shared some 60-cent lemonade and great conversation at Phillipe's. This, of course, was after my scare when the train stopped in the middle of a tunnel for 5 minutes with no announcements. Seeing as New York had just been put on high alert, it was a little queasifying. But we kept moving and I lived to tell the tale over the best french dips ever.

Saturday was as lazy as days get, spent mostly watching old game shows like The $100,000 Pyramid. I never realized how suggestive that show was with Dick (!) Clark constantly asking, "Now who's giving and who's receiving?" (Personally, I think the concepts of "top" and "bottom" as exclusive labels are antiquated, but who am I to argue with dick, er Dick?). Sunday was even lazier than Saturday - I never even left my apartment, despite best-laid plans to hit the gym for an extra visit.

Yesterday, FB & I hit the thrift store circuit in search of the necessary materials for my homemade Halloween costume. As is the way with thrift shopping, more was found that didn't related to the main search, but a good time was had nonetheless. FB found two kick ass paint-by-numbers masterpieces and I got a few choice pieces for my fall wardrobe, as well as a couple of trinkets I totally didn't need. And no - I'm not telling you who I'm gonna be for All Hallow's Eve. That's a surprise for a forthcoming photoblog.

In perhaps the most important news of the day, people at work keep commenting how much weight I look like I've lost. I started working out 10 months ago and acheived the weight I'm at about 6 months ago. Other than normal fluctuations and one week where I gained ten pounds because I went on a junk food bender and skipped the gym, I haven't changed. I guess I'm just carrying it differently. Anyhow, the weirdest compliments arise out of these situations. When people ask how much weight I've lost, I tell them and a lot of folks say, "Really? It looks like more?" I'm not offended - it's just funny how I can be buggered over not losing that final ten pounds when apparently I look like I've already lost it.

Finally, I think I should just start selling Dukes of Hazzard and Magnum, p.i. costumes. Almost as many visitors are showing up here for those as are looking for porn. Come to think of it, maybe I should start selling that, as well. If only I could combine the two...

See you later, kids!

-J.

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