So when weakness turns my ego up, I know you'll count on the me from yesterday.

While driving around today I passed an old man and woman holding hands. Both grey haired, both wearing the same plaid shirts, both clad in the same beige khakis. They made me love life a little harder for that second. They screamed "hope!" and I have no idea why.

I've felt all jaded the last couple of days, though watching Weeds and Six Feet Under will do that to a person I guess. That and there's no chicken noodle soup in the house. Frig.

August seems to be going both incredibly fast and slow all at the same time. The days seem to pass by in a lazy way, but, when I look at the calendar I am always shocked by how late in the month it is. I can't decide if I want summer over or not.

Maybe I should get a better jog route? I've been told before that mine is pretty bad. I jogged that night. I jogged that time. I jogged that road. Treadmill anyone?

I chopped off my hair today. It looks fantastic. Yeah, I can say that.