It has come to my attention that when you leave a comment, you get an apache error. My hosting provider says it’s WordPress’s fault, but I don’t know how that can be, because I haven’t made any changes to WordPress since this problem started happening.

In good news, it appears that you can still leave comments; it’s just the confirmation screen that’s weird. I’ll try to figure it out.

I’m looking forward to seeing Brokeback Mountain, the story of two cowboys who fall in love and deal with the internal struggle associated with having a gay relationship in the un-gay-friendly world of cowboying. Check out this hilarious joke ad. You may recognize the tag line from Brokeback Mountain trailers.

I copied Emily and made myself a Yahoo avatar. No, I am not wearing a sundress and having a picnic at the beach today, but I wish I were. That counts, right? If you have a Yahoo account, you can make one too. Note: I don’t generally recommend getting a Yahoo account, since it is absolutely the most ghetto of its ilk, but the avatar was fun to make.

In other news, I really need to take a break from running. I did a relatively hard run last night (not the best I’ve ever done, but the best in a while considering how wussy I’ve been over the holidays), and I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night because my knee hurt, my hips hurt, my quads hurt, and my feet were cold. Why were my feet cold? Well, because I decided to try out the incline feature on the treadmill, which apparently made my feet come into contact with my shoe in a new and interesting way, which gave me a giant blister. Last night before bed I drained the blister and wanted to let it air out overnight, so I slept without socks. Plus I was worried that I hadn’t been properly rehydrating myself lately, so I super-hydrated last night, and you can imagine the racehorse-style results, which further interrupted my sleep (fortunately, really; it would be embarrassing for everyone if I slept through it).

But all is not lost. My coworker Ken and I have decided to drink good coffee instead of the crap they have available at the office. He brought in some organic French Roast Nicaraguan Segovian grounds, I brought in my carafe, and we make a stuck-up private pot to share. It’s slightly awkward in the kitchenette, when I brew a pot, then spirit it away without sharing, but seriously, people. Office coffee is bad.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Cutting back on coffee, blah blah blah.