...and the kitchen sink

Last night Rachele Brian and I went for a run. This wasn't just a typical jog thru shadyside. It was in Homewood Acres- where they just installed their Christmas lights. It was an enjoyable jog with numerous other runners/walkers. The lights were sparkling, the 12 days of christmas was playing and everyone was adorned with glowsticks and bells. The unfortunate part was that it was 5 miles and 50 minutes of constant rain-on a rather hilly course. Afterwards my legs didn't exist. They didn't hurt, they weren't numb- I ceased to acknowledge thir presence. Today is about the same.
Following the race I came back and made dinner. I forgot about the rice and burnt it. I'm not talking about scorching the bottom- this rice was brown the entire way thru. I smelled it in the other room and thought the neighbors were making some strange dish with peanutbutter and popcorn.
Thinking I might have an relaxing night of sleep, I went to bed early. This, unfortunately, gave my subconsious to come up with strange things to dream about. The best was a large fuzzy black spider. This was a very pro-active spider and when it was frightened(which apparently was all the time) it would charge. Someone finally found a can of Raid and sprayed the critter to death. Don't worry, he put up a good fight. Upon further inspection this spider turned out to be a large mutant sea urchan with legs. Maybe I should make a holster for my Raid can.

Ben, I feel like I should slam my own fingers in a door - can you give me some pointers?