still walking

Dropped by the Canary Hut after work, and spent twenty minutes standing at the bar waiting to get a drink. The bartender, Heather, was seriously wasted. I saw her do at least two Jager bombs with customers, and god knows she had been drinking all night. Seems to me that you don't want to person behind the bar to be more wasted than the crowd. We did see her tits, as she pulled up her shirt and shook them around for all to see. Color me unimpressed.

So here I am watching crappy on the SciFi channel and waiting for time to roll around so I can go to the gym. Being very good, despite wanting to crash out after the alcohol.

Thank heavens it is Friday, as my motivation for work has hit rock bottom. I pulled out the bare minimum and spent a lot of time staring blankly at the screen.

it's going to rain

Workout of doom! It was brutal today, with nearly a solid hour of elevated heart rates, hysterical conversation and much sweat. It felt so blessedly good to shower afterwards. While on the cross-trainers, we were having an absurd conversation about coworkers and dot coms and tinfoil hats that caused the woman next to us to laugh out loud. It's always nice when your insanity brightens someone else's day.

I am rather peeved at the gym, for they do not open their smoothie counter until 8am! This I learned from the pretty, interesting, but slightly vacant boy working behind the counter. He hit on me a lot while I was waiting for Brett, something I just find absurd. Why? I don't get it.

This is me waving my wedding ring around prominently.

Anyhow, in a fit of despair I drove into the shopping center next door and discovered Jamba Juice opens at 7am. Hurrah, smoothie! My craving has been satiated at last, with a delicious berry lime smoothie fortified with calcium, folic acid and other such "femme" vitamins. That I don't really get either, but okay.

Reading this makes me realize I've turned into that crazy yuppie bitch I never wanted to be! I drove home with my smoothie in my SUV! Ack.

The sky is a nice pearly shade of gray, and the weather men assure us it will rain today.

I'm still here

"Wray cited inconsistencies in 20-year-old Audrey Seiler's story that led police to question her claim. For example, the honor student told police that after taking her at knifepoint, her captor used duct tape, rope, cold medicine, a gun and a knife to keep her under his control. Although those items were found in the marsh where she was located, buttressing her account, police obtained videotape Thursday that showed Seiler entering a Madison store and buying those items, he said." -from CNN today

How very bizarre. It reminds me of the cracked out attention seeking behaviour my sister would engage in during her teenage years. I have to wonder what the hell is wrong with her, to provoke such a gesture on a grand scale. That's the kind of thing that makes me want to smack people and say "Grow the hell up already."

The PA system at work is playing a really strange mix of 21st century pop music. I think I'm listening to Vertical Horizon right now, and damn do I miss that cd. Micah gave it to me in the car one night, because it reminded him too much of unhappy times. I listened to it over and over in the summer before I went to Brno, driving to the grocery store and to ACC for my wacky astronomy class. I made a million paper cranes that summer, and left them on windshields all over the parking lot.

Annoying headache, but I haven't suffered as much as I imagined I would from my first week of working out. I wonder if this is a good or bad thing. A little bit of stiffness, but nothing like the massive pain from when I started at home. Maybe it is a good thing.

I should probably be looking at flood maps instead of thinking of new reasons to dislike people and reading the news.

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I just had my nose start bleeding. This is not happiness. This is me trying not to hyperventilate or scream. this me trying to assure myself a nosebleed could be mostly innocent and not a sign of impending death. This is me being the idiotic sort of person who hyperventilates and freaks out over a nose bleed.

the blood is pumping

Joy of joys, one of my favorite songs from my techno cd collection came on just now and I have finally learned who the DJ is. Thank you DJ Micro. Many a time I've raced far over the speed limit down Mopac at 3am listening to your magic mixing.

Work is so slow, but I managed to kill an hour in a meeting. Not fifteen minutes after I dealt with the nosebleed did I jam my finger and cause the end to go numb. After about an hour on ice the feeling started to come back. My neck is sore, probably from sleeping funny. Thank heavens I didn't injure myself working out at least.

Now if Launchcast would just play Fischerspooner, it would be grand. At 12:39am I'm out of here.