Slacker

OK, so I didn't go up to my beat today.

Shoulda. Woulda. Coulda. Didn't.

Instead, I had my first physical therapy appointment, where I learned that I slouch and stick my neck out (so attractive!). My assignment is to come back in two weeks with unposed photographs of myself at work, which I'm sure will be used for behavior-modification purposes.

Then I bought a bunch of school supplies (aka office supplies, if you have a job).

Then I met my wonderful pal Dan -- en route back to SF after living in London for a couple of years -- for a spot of lunch and some catching up.

Then I visited my parents for a while, and eventually hijacked my mom's computer to do a little bit of completely dead-end research on City Council candidates. (Dead-end because it took me forever to figure out that there wasn't actually an election in my neighborhood's district. So much for the research skills I was supposed to have.)

Then I sent a panicky e-mail to Professor Padwe to try to figure out what I was supposed to do in the absence of a candidate to profile.

Then I went with my mom to visit my grandmother, who I hadn't seen in a couple of weeks.

Then I called it a day.

Jody the patient/friend/daughter/granddaughter: A.

Jody the reporter: F.