it would be good to be in shape

Most hilarious episode of ER ever! Ambulance pulls up with a dominatrix and client inside. Seems the big man managed to pull the hook right out of the ceiling while in the sling and bruised his tailbone. Man is in full shiny gimpsuit, with a horse tail and refusing to take off the mask. The fabulous part was the dominatrix had a dislocated finger that the doctor reset then and there, after warning her it would hurt. She just smiled, and the look on the doctor's face was priceless.

It's all downhill from there.

My sleep schedule and body are discombobulated from the past couple weeks. Alan made some tea and I ate a dozen chocolate covered espresso beans. I'm hoping this settles out soon. Thinking about transferring to daytime work, for many reasons.

There's a fencing club here in town, but the classes are all during weeknights. I feel I would probably need to start all over again, it's been so long. It seems to be the only gig in town too. It might be worth the money if I could go. Another option is the martial arts school Alan used to attend. It's a bit more expensive, but there are more class options and you can go as much as you want. I'd almost consider trying to find a place to dance, but I'm way out of shape and not a skinny girl. The intimidation factor is enormous.

We have access to a couple treadmills and random other equipment in the work gym. But a) I don't want to work out anywhere near my coworkers and b) neither one of us is going to keep something up without and outside influence. Plain old exercise routines just don't interest me. I need to feel like I'm learning something. I need something to engage my brain while my body struggles.

eight hours too long

Let's hope UPS left my package at the office so I can retrieve it in the morning.

It's hard to work a solid eight when there is hardly anything to do. Difficult and frustrating. I spent an hour reading the news, and thought I was about to be bawled out for it when my supervisors walked up. Instead they asked me to help them with an accountabilities project. Strange how that works. I'm earning the reputation of someone "not afraid to argue" and it's never clear if that's good or bad. In the meantime, the PA music is slowly driving me mad.

I want to make cookies, or perhaps brownies. I need a pastry bag, as I would like to attempt some meringue cookies on my own. My enormous cookie book has a terrible index, so I'm reduced to paging through it until I find something that catches my eye. I found a coffee brownie, but it called for instant coffee crystals and I don't want to buy those. Perhaps regular brownies with a chocolate espresso syrup swirl? I really just want an excuse to make whipped cream in the mixer.

Still have not eaten at Lubys. Curses.