You work a fourteen-and-a-half hour day and as you blearily walk to you car, you think, “Man, that could have been a LOT worse.”

I hopped the redeye to Cape Cod Friday night, and watched some Jons get married on Saturday. It was wonderful in so many ways.

The place Joel found us (thanks, Joel!) was fantastic, right on the water looking out into Nantucket Sound. It was a really gorgeous place to stay, it was incredibly fun to hang out with everyone, and it was such a nice break from the L.A. madness.

The wedding itself was beautiful, touching, and even hilarious. The dancing after the wedding was definitely hilarious, and I feel I made a nice drunken contribution to said hilarity.

In all seriousness, though, I hope to hell I find someone that makes me half as happy as the Jons obviously make each other. If I do, I’ll consider myself incredibly lucky.

Although I lacked my camera, about 20 other people brought theirs, so there’s no lack of documentation of the beauty of the weekend, both literal and metaphorical.

It was also my birthday on Sunday, and I’m pleased to note that for the first birthday since I turned 24, I managed to remain ambulatory for the entire day. It’s those little victories that matter.

Speaking of little victories, I took no small amount of joy out of the fact that the Lakers choked both Friday AND Sunday against the Celtics.

I was slightly disappointed I couldn’t find a “Lakers Suck!” shirt to wear around L.A. all week, but I suppose that given the general agressiveness and assholishness of Lakers fans, not finding said shirt reduces my chances of getting beat up and/or shot.

All in all, I had a really great weekend, and spent my day off today recovering from the whole thing in order to go into a truly delightful next three weeks of six-day weeks and a full shooting schedule.

Posting will be light for a bit, save the occasional complaint about how ridiculously goddamn tired I am.

Did another gym triathlon this morning, and instead of being able to at least make the same time, if not make up time, I actually did ten minutes worse, coming in at exactly 2 hours.

I think almost all of that increase can be blamed on using a different type of elliptical machine. I’m debating seeing if my ankle can handle going on the treadmill, since I suspect that will be significantly faster than either elliptical.

Or at least it will be until my ankle shatters into a million pieces. After that, it might be a bit slower.

…at 5:30 this morning as I dragged my sorry ass to the gym: A freakishly gigantic spider dangling from my porch light RIGHT AT EYE LEVEL.

I considered stomping on it when it rapidly descended to the ground, but the damn thing was so big, I feared I would only make it angry.

I’m just praying that leaving it alone will cause it to never actually try to get in my house. I was too tired to scream externally, just to give a brief “Euugh!”, but in my head, and if I ever see that in my house, I was giving a full-throated horror movie scream.

Hours worked this week: 76.6, for a six-day week.

Miles driven for work this week: 841. And I didn’t even drive anywhere Sunday.

Days I still managed to drag myself to the gym: 4, exactly as planned. I now know I can do this and am not allowed to make “But I had to work sooooo much” excuses.

Brain and Sanity: Gone! Hee hee!

Lap-swimming 750 meters: 16 minutes.

Recumbent-biking 20 kilometers: 51 minutes.

Ellipticaling 5 kilometers: 35 minutes.

Completing a sprint triathlon (aka half an Olympic triathlon) at the gym: Priceless. Well, except the price I will pay in pain later today and tomorrow. That should be fun.

Now I have to see if I can actually bring those times down to something moderately respectable.

Good News: I was able to drag myself to the gym today and did 35 minutes on the elliptical, which felt great.

Bad News: Then I came home and passed out for four hours, which felt much better.

Hopefully tomorrow I’ll only pass out for 2-3 hours after working out…

It is a hell of a lot harder to drag yourself out of bed to go to the gym at 5:45 AM when it’s pitch black outside than when it’s at least a little bit light out.

At least if it’s a little light out, you get the sense that maybe, somewhere, other people are awake. That illusion disappears in the pitch black.

Just damn busy. Work’s been a bit nuts, and working out 5 days a week is just about killing me.

On the upside, I did get a free ticket to the Dave Matthews Band concert on Tuesday at the Hollywood Bowl through work. The show was awesome (guest apperances by some spectacular banjo player whose name I never caught, John Mayer playing way better than I’d previously given him credit for, and Ziggy and Steven Marley) and as we have a connection to Dave, the seats were great.

A couple other bits of miscellany I’ve been meaning to post but haven’t got around to it:

- My gym recently rearranged their equipment, and now all the recumbent bikes (the ones where you sit down and your feet are out in front of you rather than below you like a regular bike), which are the ones I use because they’re easier on Mister Cranky Ankle, are out in front of the room where the spin class takes place.

There’s one bike nobody ever rides unless every other bike is full, because it’s the one directly outside the spin class, so you spend your entire ride having to listen to the really obnoxious instructor try to motivate people by being so annoying that they’re imagining each pedal push to be a stomp on her face.

I got stuck on that bike TWICE this week. I am literally going to stuff a sock in her mouth if I get stuck on it again.

- I don’t think I’ve ever gotten as strong reactions to wearing my Cubs hat as I did at Oktoberfest down in Torrance last weekend. Apparently a lot of heavy beer-drinkers are Brewers fans! Who’d have thought?

- Another reason posting has been lacking is that I’ve only managed to delete one season pass so far of the stuff that’s premiered. There’s a remarkable number of decent shows (Chuck being the primary standout) and only one real stinker (Big Shots).

There’s a few more shows I’ll probably shitcan after the second or third episode if they don’t improve, including a few that I’ve watched for several seasons but that have recently taken some unbelievably dumb plot twists.

- So the writers are going to authorize a strike and their contract expires at the end of the month. The working theory is that this is just saber-rattling, and that they won’t walk until the actors’ and directors’ contracts are up in May, since working together they can shut down the whole industry.

The problem is, by authorizing a strike right now, they basically leave the threat of a walkout, which would shut down production shortly thereafter, hanging over Hollywood for seven months. Guys, I’m begging you. Please wait until May. My strike fund is not ready yet.

I think I’m the only person who’s glad the Fourth of July falls on a Wednesday this year. I could use the rest.