ugh. our team didn't make it into the damn marathon. stupid nike. i'm going to buy my own damn tiffany necklace, dammit.
plus, my hips and shins are aching from day 1 of week 4 of couch to 5K training. running for 3 and then 5 minutes straight is tough for me. but i'm going to keep it up - we'll sign up for a different marathon. and it'll be so way better than the nike half. :P
and i still don't have any ideas for the hub's birthday gift. fuck.
i was thinking about past birthday gifts and flashed back to 2002, when i bought tickets to the dave matthews band concert at staples center. he was a fan, and i didn't really care one way or another.
but then we got into a rare argument in the car on the way to the show (luckily, not ON his actual birthday), and i was grumpy through the whole damn thing. i was being a total bitch, and let myself fall asleep as i sat in my seat with my chin in my hand.
and ever since then, i really dislike (because "hate" is a strong word) the dave matthews band. i never told him that was the reason for my disdain, but i kind of giggle every time i think about it.
gah! i'm screwed. what the fuck am i going to get this man??