Thursday, June 03, 2004

Morning, Noon, and Night

You get to listen to the evening musings, but you haven't gotten to hear the morning mode. And here I am. It is, indeed, morning. I am sitting at my desk, and I know I have things to do today, but for the life of me I'm having one hell of a time settling down and putting my mind to task to see what there is to do. So, instead, I'm here. Talking to me. I highly doubt there is a 'you' out there, except for the concerned woman who thinks I probably drink too much (likely true) and am living in a personal hell (maybe sometimes a little bit true, but that's from the empty swimming pool syndrome, and nothing external).

Empty Swimming Pool Syndrome: (emp·ty swim·ming pool syn·drome) The feeling of diving head-first into an empty swimming pool, typically followed by the inability to get out of said pool without medical assistance. See "depression".


Today's goal: ride the exercise bike, also known as the White Torture Device of Pain, and find a new 'non-stop' action movie to watch while riding. So far the best movies I've discovered for the task of riding the White Torture Device of Pain (WTDP) are "Drumline" (not a very good movie, but a lot of great long drum beats and high-energy parts) and "XXX" (you have to understand, if you have 'thoughtful' parts, you'll typically have a 'better' movie: I'm not looking for better. I want big explosions and fast chases). If you can think of any other ones that would be good for exercising, let me know. I'm going to try "the Italian Job" (newer version) next. I've seen it recently, but I never mind watching pretty people run around.

Other goals: get this fucking research project up and RUNNING. I hate waiting for clients to make up their minds (corporate culture: I can't make my own decisions, but instead have to get some committees and commissions together to see if I'm doing what everyone else wants; and this will take time. Lots of time). I understand the project may be an expensive one (a 3-parter, none-the-less, with research, surveys, and consulting), but still. Geesh. It's not like I have all day to wait around for you...

Well, actually, it is, but that's beside the point.


Okay, so tasks include: fix the leaky toilet, exercise, fold/ put away laundry (a mountain that covers the entire bed and rises 3 feet evenly distributed), probably should clean something, hm... Oh, I did my grocery shopping online last night: I'll be getting that delivered tomorrow (no, the prices for the items aren't different than in the store, and the delivery charge is either $3 or $8, depending on if you give them a 4 or 2 hour window; and they can't accept tips) -- do you know how much easier it is to put away a ton of groceries without the little men about? If you have access, I recommend it. Unless going to the grocery store is the highlight of your social life. I've always hated going grocery shopping: your entire life is put on a conveyor belt for display (diapers, tampons, fondue, bulk juice, condoms, Kix cereal, apples, more condoms (not having ANY MORE children), Preparation H, etc...).

This is a boring post. See what happens when I'm sober? This is why I, like so many other drinkers, feel I am much more interesting when having imbibed copious quantities of liquor.

No daily stats yet. I'm going to drink my coffee, eat my grapenuts and yogurt, and read the news. And curse a lot while reading the news. And hope I get the configurations I need to start working.