2003-08-27 - 7:38 p.m.

Please, dear Jesus, Allah, Buddha, and fairy-godmother, please let it rain, hail and snow, so that the lovely women of California will cover their bounteous bosoms, their firm legs and curvaceous midriffs. Please save your servant from certain death by blue-balls. End this dreaded cock-teasing season and my suffering along with it. Either that, or get me laid. While I prefer the latter, either solution would be acceptable at the moment. Amen.

Yeah, I guess you could say I�m horny. Besides that and a mild cold, everything�s seems to be going quite well. I�ll be escaping the solitary confinement of my apartment soon to live with a roommate or two. My aikido training is progressing slowly, but steadily. Although I haven�t gone for a run in a few days, I�ve been riding my bike every day for at least forty-five minutes and hope to get back on track with my running soon. I�m back in school, and while not all of my classes are as stimulating as I had hoped, the workload is keeping me busy. I�m doing a little side-work for the family business, so I should be able to keep my checks from turning rubbery at the end of the month. Oh, and I�ve been reading an interesting novel called �When Nietzsche Wept�, by Irvin Yalom, who happens to not only be a gifted writer, but also one of the foremost experts on existential psychology to date. The story is about an imagined relationship between Josef Breuer (one of the founding fathers of psychoanalysis), Nietzsche, and Freud. While I doubt that it�ll become one of my all-time favorites, it�s nonetheless a fun read.