Well, I made it to pulmonary rehab today too. It was so hard to pry myself out of bed this morning though. First off, it’s my off Friday. Secondly it was just grey and icky out this morning and I really wanted to just crawl right back into bed.

I’m glad I’m working on going more often though. I need to start pushing myself a little harder though. The better shape I’m in, the easier recovery from the transplant will be when it happens. It’s one of the things the transplant clinic really stresses for people on the list.

Why do I always seem to wake up for a bit between 2:30 and 3. It doesn’t depend on when I went to sleep really. Weird.

I love General Tso’s chicken.  This article actually talks about General Tso and his chicken.  The question I have is where all the variant names come from.  Many places I’ve lived have slightly different names for it.  For instance, I’ve found it called General Gau’s chicken in a few places in Boston.

One rainy night last January I went to bed at 8. My house was messy, I was coming down with a cold, and three credit card bills from holiday shopping sprees had arrived earlier that day. For a while I slept soundly. When I awoke from a bad dream, it was pitch black. The power had gone out: The dial of my bedside clock was dark. Outside, the storm’s drizzle had grown to a downpour. Strong winds slammed tree branches against the house. Then, amazingly, a bird began singing a cheerful tune. Unfazed by the pummeling gale and deluge, it took its time as it calmly unleashed a sinuous, buoyant stream of riffs. I predict that this week, Scorpio, you will experience an equivalent miracle.

Tuesday as I was on my way back to the office from lunch I took the highway. As I came to the end of the exit ramp I noticed, sitting on the median. A bottle of ketchup, a HUGE squeeze dispenser of mustard, and a jar of relish. Just sitting there. Nothing else around them.

Why where they there? Who would put them there? It seems like an odd place to be having a picnic. And if it was a picnic they left no other signs of it.

Jean-Paul Sartre. “Three o’clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.”

[Quotes of the Day]

The Shifted Librarian has a link to NME’s list of the most influential artists of the last 50 years. I thought it was pretty interesting. They based it on a number of factors that had to do with the artists various appearances and mentions in NME.

The top 10 is as follows:

1. The Smiths

2. The Beatles

3. Stone Roses

4. David Bowie

5. Sex Pistols

6. Oasis

7. Radiohead

8. Paul Weller/The Jam

9. U2

10. Public Enemy

The more I think about this, the more I think the list is pretty accurate, at least with who is on it. I think the ordering is debatable. I was quite happy to see Paul Weller/The Jam on there myself. I’d actually like to see 11-20 myself. I think the top 20 would give a more interesting view of things. There are lots of people I would expect to see there.

You’re awoken by thunder setting off car alarms. Wow!

Found this cute test over on Nari’s page. You too can find out what your PokŽname is:

Your PokŽname is: Squirfu

Profile You live in the snowy valleys of Nunavut, and your diet consists mostly of donuts, TV dinners and coffee.

Characteristics:
(Combat and Non-combat): You can puke maple syrup. You can shoot sledgehammers. You can shoot hot death. You have intimate knowledge of kung fu. You can throw jet fuel. You can puke electricity. You can shoot ice bolts. You have a fear of acid. You have scaly skin.
Natural Enemies: Your natural enemy is Humbar.

I got back on track with rehab today.  I really do tend to feel better when I’ve exercised in the morning.  I’m not sure why it takes so much for me to pry myself out of bed to go.  Well, that’s only half true.  The big reason is that I have to go in the morning, which means waking up way too early and getting there by 7 so that I can get into work at a reasonable amount of time.

I did hear a song on my iPod this morning that I’m going to put up later.  It’s one of those songs that always makes me smile when I hear it.