I’m sitting at Candyce’s coffee shop on a beautiful Saturday morning. With every day that passes, temperatures drop in Arizona. Our summer is like every else’s winter: you stay inside. Today’s high is going to be 99 degrees, which is nothing in dry heat. I climbed out of my bed at eight this morning just so I could catch the cool morning. On my drive over here, I couldn’t believe how many people were taking walks and riding bikes. There were hundreds of them!

The past month at work has been hectic trying to launch the store on lifeteen.com. A month ago, my computer crashed and I lost many of my files from the last four years of my life. That was good and bad. Good because I’m glad to be done with that crap, and bad because I needed some of that crap. So I reformatted my computer and got back to the store.

It was three weeks of hard work, then my newer computer crashed three days ago. I lost all my files again. Its easy to say that I should’ve been backing up my files, but who backs up files on a new computer? I mean I hadn’t even added names to my address book yet. Yesterday I installed a new hard drive and started back up.

It’s ironic because I had to reformat my home computer the day before. It had become so buggy and loaded with spyware that I couldn’t even do basic tasks like shutting down. I don’t understand because I have Norton and I never download crap. I became so frustrated with these assholes who create spyware that screws up my life. I mean, I’m trying to relaunch nomoho.com, a good website with a good cause, and here I am spending one night after the next restarting in safe mode to scrape off all the spyware.

It’s been pretty easy to deal with these woes because many of my friends are down along the Gulf helping the relief effort for Katrina. If all that crashes is my computer–I am doing pretty well.

So anyway I left work at 7:15 last night after my computer was back in working condition. I picked up Candyce for dinner at a restaurant called “Z Tejas” in Tempe. Five years ago I wouldn’t want to get caught in a chain restaurant because I was too cool for corporate stuff. I preferred locally-owned hipster restaurants. But this place has good food and a good vibe, so why not?

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the “scene” at this restaurant on a Friday night. The average age in was probably 28. Every girl was pretty and every guy was smooth. Our little table was sandwiched in between two large tables of Arizona Cardinals players. The parking lot was loaded with blinged-out H2s, Escalades, and luxury cars. I was so entertained by the scene because I didn’t know it even existed. It’s just so good to be in my own town on a weekend!