Day 142

Having had a little more alchohol than I probably should have tonight, I sang a spoken word version of Man on the Moon to a crowd that didn't know the words.

When I got home my roommate was performing the mating ritual with a girl, who I criticized and flattered the dress-style of before getting the door slammed in my face. Being bored and not feeling like doing anything in particular, I went outside to sit and drink a beer and look at what little night sky living close to Greensboro, NC affords. From a tomato patch my upstairs neighbor had planted, a beatle, who I first mistook for a roach, clamoured out of the patch and then I realized, I'd only done 100 of my pushups today, two sets of 50.

So I did what any person participating in the Great 2008 Push-Up Challenge would do and got down on the concrete with the beatle and, as the frightened insect scurried off to safety, I did the remaining 42 - "the answer to life, the universe and everything" - push ups to conclude the day.