I just checked out several volumes of Proust in graphic novel form from the library. My friend Brandon (not a guy) works for the library, and one of her co-workers told me about it. Brandon told me that her co-worker, who we know to be a lesbitarian, has a crush on me. So all the talk about Proust and the time she spent reading it in the original French is just to impress me. Even so, maybe I’ll figure out a little more of what Proust is talking about.

Continuing on the non-breeder front, I was about to head to the gym yesterday when I decided to do some yardwork first. My neighbor was also doing some yardwork and was headed to his gym, but be both decided it would be a nice day for a walk instead. It was a beautiful afternoon, so we went on a walk from our block at about 150′ above sea level to the Pittock Mansion at about 850′. It’s kind of neat to look down on the bridges and downtown buildings.

We talked about the gym he was about to join and how he didn’t like my gym because of the number of young women there, standing around talking instead of exercising. As long as they’re not trying to use the equipment I’m trying to use, I certainly don’t mind watching the young women if they don’t give me dirty looks.