I just had to run (not literally, I walked) a couple of laps all over campus, so now I am stinking it up in the office. Fortunately I am by myself today, so there is no one to get offended by my man-musk.
Here is a four-sentence re-cap of the Eriksonian weekend:
Friday night the Mrs. and myself went to see Sucker Punch (as mentioned earlier, but definitely worth mentioning twice). Haven't been to the movies in a while, so that was a real treat.
Saturday I helped a friend move, always nice to get a free workout...
Sunday I did a 20K run. It was totally alright, the only irritating thing about it is the ridiculously high number of bug bites one can acquire in a bit over two hours outside.
At the moment I am at the office listening to Bjork's Army of Me and dreaming about a land with school girl uniforms, samurai robots and wicked gun fights. Sucker Punch was phenomenal and had the best use of a Bjork song in a film since Leon.
Today was the "Irish" pot luck at work that for some reason I was bestowed to organise. I made green scones and told people to bring potato dishes. I turned out to be alright, not very Irish, but still not bad.
And now before I leave for the day I decided to give the little judgemental man inside my printer's paper tray a body.