one hundred twenty-eight

today i threw
up my gran plaza fajitas because
i ate way too much

one hundred twenty-seven

barak's one hundreth
day in office; swine flu epidemic;
looking for a day off

one hundred twenty-six

used my new
one hundred fifty-six dollar new balance
sneaks (with lifts) to run

one hundred twenty-five

i don't think
that saying i hope the red
sox implode is too harsh

one hundred twenty-four

went for dinner
at black forest inn, then watched
neko case at the state

one hundred twenty-three

spent the day
watching the yanks get beat down
and dining with old alums

one hundred twenty-two

finished up walking
the tail end of a twenty-three
hour walk/run with sore feet

one hundred seventeen

this morning i
ran the river bend 5k in forty-four
minutes; perhaps better next year

one hundred sixteen

got some coffee,
watched some soccer, played some catch,
and witnessed 14 indian runs

one hundred fifteen

the faribo slimdown
ended today, and i weigh seven
percent less than in january

one hundred thirteen

i really wish
some of my co-worker friends had
come to rock band tonight

one hundred twelve

this tax day
is the worst one by far;
go ahead, take my $

one hundred eleven

walked over six
miles throughout the day, but i
fear i am well behind

one hundred ten

i don't think
that there is quite enough money
to send me to china

one hundred nine

spending easter sunday
with some good friends, german potato
salad and a fat ham

one hundred eight

woke up early
and watched some lazy morning hockey
and then headed for hoban

one hundred seven

after a long
short week, i feel the extreme need
to fall asleep at nine

one hundred six

glad to see
the yanks won't go zero and
one sixty two this year

one hundred five

i can't say
that another Yankee loss doesn't affect
my desire to throw things

one hundred four

a day without
the yankees this early in april
only allows me more anxiety

one hundred three

ten to five
may have dampened opening day; however,
it is still opening day

one hundred two

awoke this morning
happy to find that the snowstorm
left faribault with little snow

one hundered one

it took me
nearly two hundred shots to complete
forty-six holes of disc golf

one hundred

spent a majority
of the afternoon answering facebook quizzes
and entering community service hours

ninety-nine (red balloons)

began the day
scrubbing vomit and crusted dog shit
off of the bedroom floor

ninety-eight

more el tequila
= more margaritas and more pollo
en salsa verde...mmm good