August 29th, 2005

chair, apartment

sunday, nothing really

It's kind of amazing how a little time at the gym and a couple of hours of work can leave me feeling positive and convinced that a Sunday of sleeping in, watching St. Elmo's Fire (with it's bizarrely gratuitous saxophone solo scene), and catching part of the VMAs (I had no idea that Green Day was still so popular), was actually a productive day.