today's installment of Freddy news

From the Washington Post

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and more sad news abot Haiti

also from the Washington Post

dating rant

I don't see any reason to make this private as such, but I'll ( spare the casual reader )

at least one good thing to report

New episodes of Red Cap on BBC America. Tamzin Outhwaite *and* the real British Army: two things guaranteed to make me go all goosey in one weekly package; yum!

OK, so... OUCH!

I was finishing my weights workout (theoretically twice a week in my theoretical five days a week "hour at the gym instead of lunch out" plann for work) and got Terry, the hunky guy wellness center staffer (vice Melissa, the incredibly fit and very cute WCS, who was out running with one of the senior execs who exercises the same time I do most mornings) to reccomend a few exercises I could add that would help me work on my chest and abs. And he's shown me how to how a dumbbell press (which, as I guessed, I knew but didn't know what it was called) and is watching me do some on my own, so I don't want to look like a dork and say "After my full routine, 25-pound dumbbells are probably a little too much for me to control smoothly, could I have 20s?" And so, of course, when I finish and sit up, I bring them together in my lap a little too fast and my right ring fingertip gets right smack dab in between them as they come together at moderate speed.

OW! [OK, don't react; it's your own stupid fault, and even if he's not quite your type and you're not inclined to flirt with him, complaining that you injured yourself by being too stubborn is excessively un-guy[

You OK?

Yeah, it's nothing. Just kinda caught my finger a bit.

You want an ice-pack? There're some in here. Um, well, there ought to be some in here. Well, lemme check the first-aid kit. Oh...

It's OK, really, it jsut stings a bit [OWOWOWOWOWOWO. Shit! How can it hurt this much? I'll just get a cup of cold water and soak it in... OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!] Nah, it'll be fine.

Huh. OK, well, good thing we checked. I'll have to get some more ice packs in...

So, see, I provided a useful service by being an idiot and hurting myself. And the pain went away within a few minutes. I just wish the shaking would stop. And that I didn't instinctively use my right ring finger so much in typing...