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Had an insanely hardcore workout yesterday--between the heat and the workout, it took so much out of me, I was dozing off as I went to work. I meant to go to Trader Joe's and Lush after work but just could not summon up the energy--I dragged myself home, had macaroni and cheese, beer and a whoopie pie for dinner, took the hottest bath I could stand, and then passed out.

The bath must've helped--I was a little sore this morning, but not nearly what I feared. I can actually walk and move like a normal person.

As it turns out, someone else is singing "My White Knight" at the benefit tomorrow, so yesterday I emailed Dave and suggested "Gooch's Song."

I'm going to try to see Half-Blood Prince this Sunday.

Song to the South of the Border...

O Mexican food, lovely Mexican food--why must you call out to me day after day? Why must I endlessly crave your burritos, your refried beans, your margaritas?