Greetings from Mars

Salutations readers of fpzworld.blogspot.com. I must regrettably admit that today was the first day Zowie and I were able to hold a longer than 10 minute conversation as I am constantly (well, for the past week at least) missing in action since I've been detained at Prison a la Chester. Just kidding, its kind of a fun place. Sometimes he opens my cage and feeds me. If I'm lucky I get oatmeal and couple scraps of antioxidant dried fruit mix. If not, well I just cry in my dark and lonely corner.

I went for a well deserved run today, as a"fuck you" to my sickness and also to enjoy the fantabulous sunshine. As I'm jogging up claremont, I get passed by some girl who has a shirt that says "Marathon finisher" on her shirt. "Alright, ok, " I think to myself. "So this girl is really fit and I'm not as fit and she's passed me but that's ok." Then I look and she has these gargantuan Olympia calves that are like "whoooaa nelly" and could probably send me flying over the moon if she knew martial arts and if we happened to get into a violent spat over the fact that crunchy/chunky peanut butter is sooo much more tastier than that creamy Jiffy shit. Hypothetically of course.

Nothing much new in my life except that I have a horrid econ midterm on Thursday. Zowie and I are planning some city fun this weekend possibly involving more Castro madness, bicycle madness (an event called Critical Mass), Berkeley Bowl(ing), and of course food.