If being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side, at the swinging party down the line

Just came back from getting my hair cut. Carla, the woman who cuts it, told me she had run ten miles today. She said she started running a month or two ago. Carla is attractive, but she doesn't appear to be very fit. Ten miles after only a few weeks of running? I don't think so. Of course, that could my jealousy protesting: ten miles is not on my radar, and won't be, I suspect, for a while yet.
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The brunch went well. I got to meet Mara's father and stepmother, both pleasant, and see Alister, Ed, and his wife Elaina. What prevented it from being lame was being in the same room as two basketball fiends in Ed and Mara's father, Ernie. We talked a ton of Celtics, even delved into the backups, reviewing the pros and cons of Big Baby and his bench brethren.

Since I was the only gentile, I didn't have a say regarding what we ate. No pancakes, french toast, eggs, or bacon, the king of the jungle in Breakfast Land. Instead, it was bagels and lox and yucky cranberry juice. And, what's with the untoasted bagels? They've got to be toasted, son!

Anyhow, the average-at-best food selection notwithstanding, it was a good enough time and I didn't pout once. I drove Mara home and went grocery shopping. Upon my return home, I played music, a game of basketball on the Playstation, and finished Elmore Leonard's wonderful Hombre. I called my sister later in the day and let her vent her frustrations with my mother and talked about Lost.

Poor Janelle has taken ill. Those of you who understand we are all woven into the same fabric, that we are me and me are we, I'm requesting you get together with some candles and robes and pray for Janelle's recovery, because, as you know, Janelle is not like you, she is you. In effect, you'll be praying for yourselves, and given how selfish you can be (I've seen it), this should come easy to you. And when you're done praying for her, I want you to pray for Luke Warm to have a bottle smashed in his eyes. Just do it, I'll explain later.

I think it's time for a soak and I'm just the guy for the job. In the shower I will ponder why it's not always a drag to be alone, but it's always a drag being lonely. I bet before I rinse off, I'll have taken things to an even more profound level. It's how I dooz it, son!