February by the Numbers

Did you come here expecting another picture for your Friday? You're shit out of luck because I didn't feel like looking for one. Instead, a recap of what has been the craziest month of the year thus far:

4 weeks of abject stress, tension and worry
24 days in pain thanks to that
1 ex-Marine good for relieving the pressure
3 blissful days on holiday
26.2 miles in less than seven hours
2 days eating EVERYTHING in sight to make up for that
12 days of recuperation
5 pounds gained
215 hours spent in the office
1 quazillion dollars in overtime
3 hours of Girl Time spent avoiding the water at Jerry's
7 dollars for a damn good Sunday morning breakfast
100 dollars on tequila and scotch in Los Feliz
2 Saturdays spent avoiding the clueless Girl Stalker
1 entire Saturday afternoon hopping from one movie theater to another
4 weekends in a row with at least one of The Girls
2 sets of boobies ready to protect us
90 minutes of the most horribly self-indulgent production of crap that passes for live theater in LA
15 minute intermission
7 minutes on a perfectly timed phone call from a certain man
2 girls exponentially better off for that
1 evening with the indomitable Rodger Jacobs
30 minutes from downtown to Van Nuys in rush hour traffic
3 day blogging vacation that effectively screwed up my sense of time and chronology
450 legal eagles observing the State of the Courts
3 hours that made my career
4 hours celebrating with basketball, whisky, and a new contract