I felt kind of puny today. Not really sick, but not really well. Kind of like I’d rather not go to the gym and wonder if my lunch really was worth seeing again, or if I really wanted to sit around in shorts while other people worked out. I actually started feeling sick on Friday evening, before the start of THE WEEKEND OF TRANSFERRING MY SISTER’S DATA where I “got” to help her transfer data from her old PC to her shiny new MacBook Pro. I certainly skipped going to the gym on Saturday morning, felt better Sunday (while I remotely continued THE WEEKEND OF TRANSFERRING MY SISTER’S DATA) but felt kind of meh today. So instead of working out I watched football and was forced to drink three pints of stout. FORCED, I say, because the homemade stout from my friend Jeff was losing carbonation.

I figure the opposite of working out has got to be watching football and drinking beer, and possibly eating cheeseburgers. I had two small cheeseburgers from Burgerville last Thursday (when $0.25 of each milkshake was donated to the Brian Grant Foundation so I had a milkshake as well), one double Five Guys cheeseburger for lunch on Friday, and a Killer Burger (the payment for working on THE WEEKEND OF TRANSFERRING MY SISTER’S DATA) so I figure I was pretty cheeseburgered up even without eating one today.

It’s sad when the most interesting thing I can remember this weekend was sharing a disk from XP, looking at it with my sister’s computer which I was screen sharing at home and transferring files all through this mess to get to my computer at home. To transfer her Outlook Email I had to run Thunderbird on the XP computer to get it into a certain format, transfer the data to an old Snow Leopard machine to run a PowerPC program called Eudora Cleaner to get it into the Mac Mail format, and then transfer that data back to my sister’s Mac. WinXP -> Sister’s MacBook Pro -> My MacBook Pro -> My mom’s MacBook, running Outlook, Thunderbird, Eudora Cleaner, and two versions of Mac Mail to get it all working. What a mess. Good thing I’m a nerd.