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Thursday July 7 2005. LONDON.
  Jesus. What a horrible and scary day Londoners are having. Four blasts resulting in 40 killed and 300 injured--numbers which I'm sure will go higher. And I can only imagine the confusion and rumors and lack of information that Londoners are dealing with. It was supposed to be a time of happiness and hope with the Olympics coming in 2012 and the G-8 Summit, but no. Not anymore.
INDIFFERENCE. INCHING. ALWAYS SPLIT EIGHTS.

  Imagine if the NHL got its shit together and the season started on time--and then only half the fans came back to the arenas.

  And what did I do last night? I drank some wine on the deck and laughed at this little guy. Yes indeed, my life is grand.   Less than two weeks until Vegas Bachelor Party 2005. I've boned up on my blackjack skills and all I need to do now is memorize my little cheat sheet. Heh. Let's do it.
TWO TEAMS. OOPS.

  Bethy and I were talking about how cool it would be to have the both the Nationals and the Padres in the playoffs. Yes, I know, it's quite the pipe dream, but with my history of fan futility, maybe I'm owed. Maybe I'm owed a lot.
  Or maybe I end up with squadoosh. Yet again.

  I've been sucking it up on the softball field lately. My hitting has been a little erratic (I blame it on my golf game), but what's really bothered me is my fielding. The last two weeks in Reston ball I've made key errors. First I kicked a ball to the fence (don't ask) which allowed the tying run to score in the last inning. We ended up losing by a run. Then, the next week I dropped a fly ball (because sweat dripped into my freakin' contact lens) in deep left center which led to 3 runs being scored--and again we lost by a run. Yeah, it's just stupid softball, but it still ticks me off.
SELF-EDITING. London, Small Stuff, Watch Jason Phillips Run, Self-Editing, Always Split Eights, Two Teams, Inching, Indifference, and Oops.
  Bleck. I was perusing some of my old entries yesterday and a lot of them were really really cringe-inducing (like most of the ones from 2000). I know I've probably mentioned this before, but it makes me think that maybe I should lop off the bad entries.
  Then again, I might not have much left if I did that.
WATCH JASON PHILLIPS RUN. SMALL STUFF.

  Wedding Update: Well, besides getting a cake, all the big stuff is taken care of. Reception place, tuxes, wedding dress, bridesmaids' dresses, flowers, photographer, invitations, honeymoon, registries, DJ, and officiant. Check, check, check. Now we have to do all the smaller stuff, which I know is going to be annoying (annoying to get it all done, not annoying in itself). Things like getting candles for the reception tables, scheduling hair and makeup trial runs (uh, for Beth, not me), doing the seating chart, etc are what's left. And it's a lot of stuff. We've got a huge calendar and task list posted in my office and we're trying to keep everything organized and get things done when we're supposed to, but...well, we'll see. Hopefully, the Big Day won't come and we forget something silly like ceremony programs.
     

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