I multitasked the neighborhood for the last 90 minutes.

Walked around the track five times while watching softball games on either corner diamond and listening to the best $15 radio in the world. Left the track and walked into Blockbuster. Made a dinner date for next week with friends (the language needs one good word for a married couple you and your wife are friends with as a couple), got 1099 tax advice, called Kelly for a recommendation and rented the movie. Still on the phone, purchased chicken breast strips at the market and hoofed down to the train to meet Stace for the 7pm train. Where she was not. The blasted 8pm train. Back home, put the movie in the fridge and the chicken in the player.

I am feeling better than I have in a long time. I feel manic to the point of wanting a second outboard brain and 24 extra hours per day to read that, watch this, talk to her, play the game, feed the cats, watch the ball, look at the sky, look down, spin around and

crash.

The second season of The Office comes out on DVD tomorrow. I haven't seen any of these episodes yet. Yes, I'm ready to pee myself.