Telemarketers

I just hung up on that telemarketer. I feel a little bad, but not that bad. I told him, no thanks, I don't want a special visa card, but he just kept on going. So, I hung up, mid-spiel. I am really tired of telemarketers, I wish they would just leave me alone. I've gotten in the habit of telling them I am underage, which usually gets them to back off pretty quickly and politely. I wish I could just completely eliminate my landline, but I do need my internet connection.

Tomorrow is marathon day. I am very excited, even though picking up my registration stuff was a pain. I foolishly ignored local news and headed downtown yesterday - right into the Cardinals home season opener. Big mistake. I've come to the conclusion crowds bring out my surly, rude side. Especially when I have somewhere to be and everyone, their whiny three year old child and their slow mother-in-law is going in the opposite direction.

I have to leave at 5:35am tomorrow morning for the race, but it'll be cool. I noticed that about 1600 people had pre-registered for the marathon alone, so it should be quite the crowd. The weather is supposed to be nice, and I am looking forward to the race.

Things have been busy, and unfortunately, I don't see a break in the future. I go home next week for the Jefferson Second Look Weekend, and then I get to come home and finish off the final Q Phys lab report. The professor moved back the due date, but it just prolongs the agony in a way. The lab hasn't been too complicated so far and I'm planning on journeying down to the medical school library this afternoon, after I finish the first drafts of the methods and results sections. I guess I'd better get on with that.