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I was pretty exhausted by 6pm yesterday, so I took my time walking down to the train station to meet Tyla. When I got there, Cinnabon in hand, I discovered that her train was running an hour late. I wasn’t going to last that long just sitting in the train station, so I headed home to nap. Just after I got home, Emily called to say that she was back from Malaysia, and would we like to get dinner? So Emily came over, and then when Tyla arrived we trucked off for some evening sushi, and I went to sleep upon our return. Malaysia sounds like my kind of place: a country fanatically devoted to consumption, comparison and enjoyment of amazing food — and amazingly inexpensive: $0.40 for a glass of fresh-squeezed juice.

This morning, Tyla and I were in no great rush to get up, so we snoozed and lazed around until noon. Tyla had the leftover Cinnabon for breakfast, because she’s fundamentally twelve years old at heart. Then I futzed with the computer a bit, tried to log into Asheron’s Call 2, got a little depressed about work, and dragged Tyla off for a late lunch (perhaps, in fact, an early dinner). On the way back, we stopped at Honest Ed’s, and I picked up some more weights, since I really needed more than the pair of ten-pounders I grabbed originally. Bringing that 70 pound box back home was quite the workout, but I was a little disappointed to discover that the package didn’t contain the barbell bar, while the exercise booklet — written in the 1950s, unless I miss my guess — was totally barbell-focused. Ah well. I’ll find some training guide that isn’t totally terrifying and go from there.

We’re now waiting for Miriam and Mark Kotlarewsky to show up, for evening fun and frolic. Whee!