The problem with something like the Apple WWDC is that they usually give you something experimental that can destroy your computer. And that’s just what I did. Fortunately, I spent yesterday night making a backup. Tonight I accidentally erased everything. Fortunately, the backup got me most of the stuff back.

I’m up right now, at 4AM, because I’ve been up since 2AM. The people next door have been partying off and on since I got back around midnight and I can’t get back to sleep. I’ll probably nod off when I shouldn’t, in the middle of a presentation tomorrow sometime. That’s just the way it goes.

Oh, and I’ve been getting back late because I’ve been out having dinner with my friend Megan, and yesterday with Megan and Thuy and Thuy’s husband JG. I have pictures of the things I ate because, really, the meals were tasty enough that they deserved to have their pictures taken. I’ll have to do that when I’m really supposed to be up, not at 4:11AM.

I even went to San Francisco Crossfit and had my ass handed to me because I felt like such a pig. I think they wanted me to get reacquainted with my lunch, but I didn’t like seeing it the first time.

P.S. I really like San Francisco, if it weren’t evident already.

I’m writing this from a living room suite in the San Francisco Hilton Hotel. Somehow the travel agency didn’t confirm my non-smoking room, and this was the only thing they had left. I first looked at the smoking room, but I could tell it was smelly as soon as I opened the door. Since that would have done nothing for my allergies, I’m now sleeping on a sofa bed. Most likely a $300+/night sofa bed. It’s a big room with no desk, but it does have a dining room table of sorts. Unfortunately, the internet connection (another $15/night) is across the room from the table so I’m standing at a counter, typing. At least there’s a bathroom scale in the uncomfortable-looking bathroom.

I did go to a pre-WWDC barbecue, which only took three hours to get to. I had more beer than I did all last month (I think I only had four beers last month) and a gigantic hamburger and lots of chips. Of course, after all that we had apple pie and ice cream. I think I had my calories for the week.

In any case, I’m supposed to try to get up early to stand in line for the conference tomorrow, but I’m not going to kill myself to get into the keynote.

This is the week of the Apple Worldwide Developer conference and tomorrow is rumored to be the announcement of the new iPhone. It kicks off today with a barbecue that I crashed last year and turned out to be the run by a director at Apple. With all the abuse he was giving us on the intarweb, I thought he was just a “regular guy.”

Well, let’s see if I’m awake enough to report my travels this week. I’m guessing that I’m not going to maintain my low weight of 166# (as reported by my mega-accurate bathroom scale).

So this week I thought I’d miss going to the gym on Tuesday because of a massage, but I just made it. I thought I’d miss Wednesday because of a late work meeting. But Thursday I ended up talking to a contractor about (finally) doing something to the house. We’ll see what all we start doing and when.

It was a weird day. Went to the dentist (“Your teeth look fine.”) and the doctor (“Your bloodwork looks fine.”) and then met with the contractor (“Oh, honey, what have they done to your mortar?”) OK, so the contractor doesn’t sound like that but it makes for a better story. But other than waiting around a lot reading a book that I remembered to carry around with me, there really wasn’t much going on. Life’s kind of been on the boring track. Like when I’m in a room and an attractive woman comes in, she’ll sit right behind me so I can’t see her. Where’s the fun in that? I suppose there isn’t all that much fun if you just go around eating salads all the time. At least they haven’t worn my teeth down to nubbins yet.

All day I was walking around stiff-legged because my legs are SORE from taking too much time off from the gym. I was having all sorts of trouble getting up and down the stairs, but I still did it because I’m still subscribing to the “work out the lactic acid” thing even though it never seems to work for me. And now, using the power of the intarweb, I found out that it isn’t lactic acid but damaged muscle fibers. I guess the new thing is that I’m supposed to just take it easy. Huh. Who woulda thunk it?

Of course I’m too foolish to follow my own advice here, and I went for another hard workout at the gym. We were doing pullups with a 40-pound weight vest, which is doing pullups with 20 pounds more than I weighed when I started at the gym. How do I know it was hard, besides finishing DFL? We did four rounds of 250m rowing, 15 wall-ball (which I hate), and a sprint to the corner and even Mark the yoot was lying on the floor between rounds.

I didn’t feel so bad physically afterwards, but I felt kind of bummed out. Like I just realized that I haven’t done anything worthwhile with my life lately. Well, I know I haven’t done anything that worthwhile EVER, so it wasn’t a big surprise. I then had the idea that it might just be my blood sugar level because I’ve been rather hungry all day.

I’m now really bad at being depressed because all it took was eating dinner and then trying to put my USB-to-Morse-Code adapter back together to cheer me up. I dropped one of the screws (never to be found in my mess of a basement) and that completely distracted me from any efforts at being a gloomy Gus. That’s even though I probably should have been more depressed that I have a USB-to-Morse-Code adapter in the first place. At least I know what a tapir looks like, even though I don’t think I’ve ever seen one.

I went to get a massage today and I was told that the attachment point at the lower part of my glutes was “hot” and that meant that the muscles were holding my S-I joint together and I should wait for those muscles to relax before I did any more at the gym. Did I listen? Of course not. My legs are so sore that I can hardly walk and my excuse is that I needed to move the lactic acid out of my legs by exercising. The reality is that I’m going to just have to wait for the lactic acid to move itself out at its own pace.

It’s a good thing that I went to the gym because they told me about the recipe for a Zone-friendly cheeseburger that another crossfitter put on his blog for me. Plus, we did a partner workout and I once again partnered up with the Deputy DA from a neighboring county. Besides, why would I miss the conversation that I get at the gym? We were using foam rollers in our stretching exercises yesterday, and I asked:

“What if I have a bony Asian ass?”

“Eat more cupcakes!” answered the Cupcake Queen.

This means I was daydreaming about Red Velvet cupcakes from St. Cupcake, at least until I got home and started watching a Food Network show on frozen dinners and started daydreaming about Banquet fried chicken. Mmmmm. Fried chicken. It’s a wonder I don’t weigh as much as my car.

I ordered a bunch of books on Amazon Marketplace. They’re the next few books in the Harry Bosch series by Michael Connelly, and of course they’re arriving from different used book stores in the REVERSE ORDER of how I want to read them. Figures, doesn’t it?

I made it back to the gym today, and I’m finding out that my unplanned absence from the gym has had detrimental effects. I’m tired and I’m sore. Well, I suppose I was tired and sore back then, but I was doing better right before I stopped going because of my back. And today was a doozy. I walked into the earlier class and someone working out looked at me and said, “I feel like throwing up.” And here’s more visual proof, from the gym’s blog, of how I’m feeling.

I’m sure I looked a bit more like that today as well. Tired and wondering what I’m doing, only sure that it has something to do with these weights. I’m even dorkier looking when I’m sitting next to my sister’s dog.

Next week I’m going to be in San Francisco for Apple’s Worldwide Developers Conference and I was thinking I better work out at Crossfit at the marina while I’m there. Now I’m thinking that I’m just going to eat like a pig and enjoy myself for a week. What a dilemma.

My back feels better, and even sitting in a theatre for hours didn’t hurt much. Getting to the theatre was probably the worst of it. They moved the Eastport Plaza Theatre years ago and I didn’t know what the new location was. The whole area had changed and I ended up calling a friend from a Walmart parking lot for directions. (It’s hidden behind JoAnn Fabrics.)

The Indiana Jones movie wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t so good, either, but it was entertaining and that’s all I really expected. I saw some weird technical problems with the synchronization of the sound and odd reflections, but I suppose it was worth it. And so goes another Sunday.

My back doesn’t even feel bad. My legs, however, feel tired. I was encouraged to take it easy on my first day back, and I think I did, but I’m glad to make it back. Several of us made plans to see the new Indiana Jones movie and I even avoided hearing the “big secret” but then my sister told me. Ugh. I’m not telling. I think the place we’re seeing it tomorrow has beer. That should make the movie better.

I lent a buddy my Wii. I figure it’s going to get a lot more use at his mom’s party than here. I probably would have played an hour of Mario Cart this weekend at the most. Heck, I even watched Team America: World Police today. That was sort of like eating saccharine cotton candy with swear words. In any case, I just wish I had the books I ordered from Amazon Marketplace so I could just sit around and read them.

That’s what I need. More sitting around.

I went to the D.O. today and he said I’m much better. He gave me some exercises to do to work on my core strength, and I think I’m already on my way there. I’m going to make an appointment with my massage guy and show up at the gym soon. Especially since Amazon Marketplace has screwed me and I haven’t received 3 out of 4 of the books I ordered last weekend and I have to find something to occupy my time. I can’t sit around watching Undercover Brother and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back over and over.

Other than that, I think I got bupkis today. A low-grade headache is making me think very little at this hour. However, I am still on my quest for my first cheeseburger in almost 2 months. I took a look at the burgers at the Industrial Cafe today (my brother-in-law and our California friend Thuy had them) and I thought I’d like HALF of one. Or maybe TWO-THIRDS. But certainly not a whole cheeseburger. Somehow this whole salad thing has unmanned me.

My mom got back from Japan today and we all went out to dinner including Thuy who is visiting from San Francisco. I can tell already that I’m going to regain a lot of those 15 pounds I lost so far. My sister is tiny and my brother-in-law is just tall, but they can both put away the food. Not a very good influence, if you know what I mean. And you know how moms like to fatten you up.

So there was a big update to Mac OS X from 10.5.2 to 10.5.3 today. I thought that was what was keeping me from watching Big Trouble in Little China tonight, but when I popped in Undercover Brother things were just fine. I wonder what my computer is trying to tell me. (Undercover Brother is one of my favorite movies, by the way.)