Rt # 545

Caught the 813.
Another unseasonably warm morning. Feels great.
Ran a 22:45 5k yesterday @ lunch. Knees felt a little sting on the bike ride home but it seems to be gone now.Woke up early, started watching a Christopher Walken indie comedy. It's good but it's just like another movie he did a few years ago, "Around the Bend." That one was more of a drama, this one is quirkier.
Am almost finished w/ Part I of Three Lives. It's ok. Not enough dialogue. Nothing is as dialogue-less as Perec's book last summer, but I can see why people would be bored to tears reading this.
Saw Martha Stewart right after the Piers beside the rental sign that is still dumb -- it stands tall and says nothing. I wanted to shout to her that I applied for a job with her company and maybe she could pull some strings -- it would have been that cheesy once-in-a-lifetime movie moment -- but I opted not to do that. She was wearing a tall white coat and she had extra security.
Here I am with a Watchmen hat, listening to Megadeth and with my face mask on -- I don't think this is what she wants copy editing her magazine. But then again...
I read last week about ergonomics on bikes and I'm trying hard to keep it in mind when I ride not to hunch over. It's a hard thing to un-learn. I have a giant rubber band @ work to open up my chest, too.
I got down to Warren Street and decided to stop off @ B&N to pick up the SNL game but they were closed. So I made my way over to the comic book store, and the nerds were open b/c their nerdy clientele "needs" them to open on Weds mornings. What a bunch of nerds. I fit right in, though, with my Watchmen hat.
I have homemade ginger cookies in my bag, courtesy of my wonderful lady, and I'm going to have an early Subway egg sandwich lunch.
Thank you for reading.