For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru

I almost fell asleep at my desk several times today while at work. I was so tired when I left, all I could think about was coming home and taking a nap. That didn't work out because Spira called me and asked if I'd drop her off at the T in Davis Sq. She was headed to the airport, going to Greece for three weeks to see her family, and I completely forgot she was leaving today. So, I came home from work, had a quick bite, and headed over to Spira's.

When I got home from dropping her off, I went for a run, which was a bit of a struggle because of the heat and my being tired. When I got home, I hurriedly took my sweat-soaked clothes off hopped in the shower. The cold water felt sublime.

For dinner, I pan-seared some scallops in a nice lemon-based marinade. I added some to a tasty salad I had made with avocado, tomatoes, spinach, and red onions. Oh shit, I forgot the Kalamata olives! Oh well, it was still de-lish.

I'm excited to pick up The Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafón, a book I've been meaning to read for a long while now. I'm told it's fantastic and once I finish Erickson's Midnight Tides, I'll begin reading it.

Put a big dent into Wild Strawberries the other night and hope to finish watching it tonight. Because I've been thinking a lot about mortality and the ghosts of the past lately, the film has been right up my alley. When you want deep, see Bergman.

I'm done with this post. I'm yawning too much and need to get up and move around. I don't know why I'm so tired; I got six hours of sleep last night. I probably could have used another hour or two, but it's not like I stayed up all night, or anything. Well, I've had a lot on my mind lately and have been feeling a little uneasy. Maybe that's what's making me sleepy. Or maybe it's because of all the opium I've been smoking..