2002-03-05 - 1:53 p.m.

March is in like a lion, as the ancient seers of Christ the King grade school predicted. Making those construction-paper lions and lambs (complete with yarn for the mane and cotton balls for the wool) was good training for a future in weather preparedness.

But this won't last. I'm going to spend plenty of time in warmer weather trekking across the park and back again, catching a nice breeze from the southwest.

Oh, Sixty Minutes made me do a bona fide LOL the other day. One of my pet peeves, by the way (I don't mind "btw") is people typing LOL in online conversations. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, they're lying. There is no laughing happening on their side of the IP connection. And if there is, chances are it really couldn't be classified as "out loud." Nope. But anyway (get this), Andy Rooney (I know, right? Andy Rooney) says, (I can't believe I'm about to quote Andy Rooney!) "I know it's time for a haircut when the hair on my head is as long as my eyebrows."

The laughing out loud (as already described) was followed by a long period of deep, deep shame. Shame.

Tonite I'm going to try to pull of the Herculean feat of working out at the gym, being home in time for Buffy, and then visiting Nami, to whom I alluded elliptically in the previous entry. In New York it's almost criminal to be able to walk a mere 15 minutes and hang out with someone.