we all have those days. i should have known. i should have just gotten up at the intended time of 5:30am...but nooo, instead, the snooze button got the best of me, i was out a morning yoga sesh, and i woke up at the horrible time of 7:50am. of course, on traffic tuesday. i managed, and was able to leave the office at the awful time of 6:30pm. not good. way too much stuff to do, too many things to handle, and excel was just not holding its end of the deal.
oh well...get dressed for the gym, rush over to church, be a good active catholic, feel self-conscious for about 7.5 seconds and head over to the gym for a much, much needed workout. bicycle. awesome. i learned that if you just walk from machine to machine, up and down the stairs without minding other people, then you don't have to worry about any unwanted moments of interaction. but then when you conclude your workout, you might get stuck in a corner. but then you end up feeling better, but can't help but smile out of your childish nature, though realizing that wow, you are kinda being really mean right now. but then you try to make up for it later, but nope, the opposite happens. and then the table turns, and within 20 seconds of leaving, a phone call later, and a text message shortly after, you decide you should probably give it a shot. all just to save 50 cents. i blame my made up story for that encounter. maybe i should loosen up a bit? possibility.
i can't bring myself to do it. crazy how that happens. it's like a big fence. alcatraz status. do. not. enter. ugh, where is the wd-40 when you need it?
i think i need to slow down a bit, for my arms are getting tired, and my mind is tired of sprinting. i'm glad i still have me though. there's still some left, and plenty to go around. i am more than enough. for now.
and yet it still remains that when there's nothing to look forward to on your work day, tea time brightens things up a bit. a lot. :) i'm looking forward to it already.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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