Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...
It snowed today (well actually it snowed in the early hours of this morning) and everywhere is looking like a winter wonderland. It is amazing how snow can turn the ugliest most unattractive things into beautiful pieces of white art. I guess that is the major benefit of snow - for it doesn't really have any other redeaming qualities. It is too wet, too cold and is more hassle then it is worth otherwise.
I had weird dreams last night. I seem to have the wierd dreams when I sleep in and end up sleeping for 10-12 hours. If I sleep the normal 8 hours I tend to avoid any of the surreal stuff that plagues my head otherwise.
Well I am offically counting calories again. I did 6.4kms (4 miles) today on the tread-mill (I ended up watching the latest version of "The Real World-Road Rules Challenge") The producers love to think about more cruel and unusual ways to torture the contestants - not that I don't get a secret satification out of seeing America's most beautiful (and dumb) people get battered, bruised and crying like a schoolgirl.
Reality TV is almost as bad as Lifetime & Oxygen. Though it passes the time when jogging. It's isn't like I am going to be grabbing my crotch and watching SpikeTV anytime soon.
I better get darn well into shape. I should start up with the pilates again. Though it is incredibly boring when one does it alone. It definately is a social exercise.
I really need to find myself a life. I cannot go on with all this sleeping and eating. I cannot turn into Garfield (and since I am watching what I eat now, it makes what little enjoyment the comes with being Garfield disappear). Hopefully this staffing offer comes through. I know Donald is the guy that keeps his promises (and a really nice person to boot) and thus I have the position regardless... but still I will fret and will not be satisfied until I am dressing up in a suit and tie again.
Well the one good news is I will proberly be doing the California trip after Christmas (abietly avec family, sans friends). Well then again I am saving up for my own trip to Los Angeles next year (though after last years problems, it is definately goint to be sans Tim (to whome I have not spoken to since then - well there was the phonecall he made to me asking where to drop off the book I left in his car - but that doesn't count), so I guess I should be grateful I am getting a free holiday out of this and not spending my own money (much of it anyway). The scary thing is this is going to be the first time I have been at sea level in 2 years (actually 23 months, but who's counting).
I had weird dreams last night. I seem to have the wierd dreams when I sleep in and end up sleeping for 10-12 hours. If I sleep the normal 8 hours I tend to avoid any of the surreal stuff that plagues my head otherwise.
Well I am offically counting calories again. I did 6.4kms (4 miles) today on the tread-mill (I ended up watching the latest version of "The Real World-Road Rules Challenge") The producers love to think about more cruel and unusual ways to torture the contestants - not that I don't get a secret satification out of seeing America's most beautiful (and dumb) people get battered, bruised and crying like a schoolgirl.
Reality TV is almost as bad as Lifetime & Oxygen. Though it passes the time when jogging. It's isn't like I am going to be grabbing my crotch and watching SpikeTV anytime soon.
I better get darn well into shape. I should start up with the pilates again. Though it is incredibly boring when one does it alone. It definately is a social exercise.
I really need to find myself a life. I cannot go on with all this sleeping and eating. I cannot turn into Garfield (and since I am watching what I eat now, it makes what little enjoyment the comes with being Garfield disappear). Hopefully this staffing offer comes through. I know Donald is the guy that keeps his promises (and a really nice person to boot) and thus I have the position regardless... but still I will fret and will not be satisfied until I am dressing up in a suit and tie again.
Well the one good news is I will proberly be doing the California trip after Christmas (abietly avec family, sans friends). Well then again I am saving up for my own trip to Los Angeles next year (though after last years problems, it is definately goint to be sans Tim (to whome I have not spoken to since then - well there was the phonecall he made to me asking where to drop off the book I left in his car - but that doesn't count), so I guess I should be grateful I am getting a free holiday out of this and not spending my own money (much of it anyway). The scary thing is this is going to be the first time I have been at sea level in 2 years (actually 23 months, but who's counting).
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