I was eating salad for lunch, one of those ordinary bagged salads that you buy from the supermarket, nothing special. I poured the rest of the bag into my bowl and started munching, and I got about 3/4ths of the way through it and I don’t know why I did it, but I looked at the forkful I was about to cram into my mouth, and I noticed something on it. There was a little ladybug on my lettuce leaf. It was dead, but it could have passed for being alive, except for the fact that it looked a little faded – not so red anymore.
I wish this guy would just shut up and go away. The same guy told me “I only eat one meal a day, when I go home for dinner”, then the next day he goes down to the lunchroom and buys some slop from the shit on a shingle wagon and shovels gruel into his mangled craw for the next 20 minutes, slurping and savoring every single globule that he’s plopping down his cro-magnon gullet.
I once saw him walking through the downtown route I drive to work each morning. I thought about stopping and asking if he needed a ride, but instead I just crouched down in my car, hoping he wouldn’t recognize me. When I got in that day, the dude that sits next to me said he had to go leave and pick this guy up. That was a highlight of the day.
I wanted to mark down this day. I’m growing my beard back out, and within the last week I had to start brushing it or else it will get too out of control. I haven’t shaved since November 1st. The other anecdote about the gullet and such are just gravy.
halloween was fun, i passed out candy to 28 kids. I don’t eat candy anymore so we have about 400 pieces of candy in our house that no one is going to eat.
I’ve been playing fallout 3 for the past few days so I’ve been doing that.
I voted today. I hate having to walk the gauntlet of people trying to give you shit. MY MIND IS MADE UP, don’t give me any of your bullshit paperwork that I’m going to throw it away or throw it on the ground and get ticketed for littering.
A friend of mine sent me a text message telling me to be sure to vote yes on proposal 1, which would legalize medical marijuana. Coincidentally, he is the biggest pothead I have ever known. He would (and probably still does) smoke on his lunch and breaks at work. I agree that marijuana should be legalized, especially for medical purposes. When a person is in pain and dying from cancer or some other illness, I think it’s a little heartless to deny someone from something that will make them feel better or help them eat or etc. I also don’t think that the biggest pothead you know championing a cause helps it’s credibility much. Maybe that’s just me.
I took last week off (except friday) from the gym. When I went back, basically nothing kicked my ass and I had to go home early because I felt horrible and actually started walking towards the bright, white light. I went today and I also was whipped, but I made it a little further. I went home early and laid in bed and wanted to die. Today I’m sure I’ll feel worn out all day.
I have a lot of work to do and it’s due by Thurday but it’s totally dumb and worthless. The guy that wants the information just wants to look it over. The joys of being an analyst. The worst part is he really knows nothing about how all this data correlates so he’s really just enjoying seeing me waste my time. Then when it’s done I’ll have to go and talk to him and explain all of it to him. How about I just tell you what the problem is and save us all some time. YOU’RE LOOKING IN THE WRONG PLACE, DOUCHE.
I remember the first time I played pac-man, my sister told me that I had to stay away from the ghosts, but I could eat the blue ones. The ghosts are colored red, orange, blue and pink – so what did I do? I went right at “Inky” the light blue one. That was confusing.
I don’t have any idea why I thought of that, but I’ve had that memory in my head for the last 2 days, and i figured I’d get it out of here sooner or later.
I went to lunch early today, but took a little extra time. It was OK though because I went out with my boss and he didn’t care. I had subway, and now my stomach hurts. You wouldn’t think you’d get a sore stomach from subway, but the impossible has happened.
I had a pretty big road rage incident yesterday. I was hungry, and in turn cranky, and on my way home for lunch yesterday, and I think I drove behind every stupid driver possible on my chosen route home. Halfway through my drive, they started closing the road I was on while I was waiting at a stoplight. Then I had to take a detour and drove behind some ass who didn’t know how to use his turn signals, or make right turns at red lights. I was in rare form. I haven’t been very aggressive since my workouts began, and this was probably my first outburst in a while. I got home and ate lunch and calmed down.
I had my second workout with my trainer last night. He kicked my ass and I actually couldn’t finish the workout. I have to see about taking vitamins with Iron, since I don’t eat a lot of iron rich foods. Hopefully it will help me a little and give me a little more endurance. I learned that I was doing my cardio at too high of a heart rate, so I have to slow that down for next time, because I’m probably burning more muscle than fat. I also had my first experience with a kettlebell. That was the major tipping point from me having energy to being completely drained. I’ll have to work more with that.
Because my session was so late, I was wiped out and missed my cardio this morning, so I’m feeling a little guilty about that. I was awake and just laying there at 6:20 already feeling guilty because I knew I’d probably not be getting up. Maybe I’ll go after work today.
Other than that, I don’t really have much else to say. I feel like I haven’t really been stimulating my brain very well recently. I’d rather talk about ideas instead of what I’ve been doing day to day. The mundane details of my day are dragging me down.
Maybe I’ll go to vault of midnight today to see what’s new.
I’m in a new office. Bill is off on vacation for the week, so I’m in a different department in an office with my back to the door. I’m just imagining all the pairs of eyes looking at me through the friggin window.
I went home for lunch and when I came back it started storming really bad. I sat in my car for a while waiting for it to pass. It started out raining, then raining really hard, heavy drops, to hailing m&m sized hail, back to raining hard, then hailing jawbreaker sized rocks or whatever, to raining. I decided after about 15 minutes and the rain let up a little bit, I could probably make it in pretty easily. Unfortunately the walkway up to my door was a torrent, so I decided to avoid the water and stepped into this huge mudhole. Great.
Hopefully I can salvage my shoe, it’s only about a month old and covered in fucking dirt.
I went to lunch yesterday at this place called Genghis Khan. It’s kind of like mongolian BBQ, but with less choice and not as chic. Anyhow, while enjoying my curried food, we were haplessly seated by this group of guys who looked like they were in their mid to late 20’s who didn’t smell very good and looked like they had never been laid. They were those kind of guys that have conversations really loudly, thinking that everyone around them wants to be a part of their witty banter. Unfortunately, they were both unfunny and really, really dumb. Some of the gems I was enlightened with during my lunch were as follows.
On Canada: “Canada is just a really big Michigan. It’s full of old run down buildings” then in the next breath he said “I’ve only been to Canada once, to go eat.” – Wow, way to generalize a whole 1/3 of a continent on your many travels to the country.
On Old Buildings: “I try not go to into old buildings. You never know when they’re going to fall on you. Back then they weren’t build to last” – Yeah. Europe’s architecture must be falling apart at the seams. I always hear about how Spain is having problems with those “old buildings” falling down over there.
On Bank Robbery in Texas: “When someone robs a bank in Texas, they close down the border. No one gets in, nobody gets out!”
Anyone that’s known me for an extended amount of time knows that I am pretty anal retentive about correcting blatantly incorrect statements, so I was having a hard time not saying anything. Especially since they were sitting right behind me blathering.
Katie’s been working crazy long hours because of tax season. Monday she worked from 9am to 10pm, Tuesday she worked 9am – 11pm and last night it was 9am – 12am. She got home and put a hot pocket in the microwave and must have set it for 12 minutes instead of 2, and there was a thick hot pocket smoke haze throughout the house. I think any clothes that were on the middle level of my house pretty much stink like smoke. I felt bad though that she burned her hot pocket.