Weird Mood and Meeting Molly
I'm bored. I shouldn't be bored when I have so many interesting things I want to do, reading being the foremost among them. I've just been lazy the last few evenings. I need to get my routine back in order, and I tried to do that this evening by walking my usual two miles despite the sprinkles of rain. I've been lax about my post-dinner walks this past month, and it has manifested in my feeling irritable and generally shitty. I also slacked off on drinking water for the past three weeks, and that left me feeling horrible. So, I'm back to drinking at least half a gallon a day.
I don't even know why I'm writing about these yawn-inducing details here. My only excuse is boredom. And, also, my need to put the structure back into my days. I dislike coming home and lounging about the apartment, but that's exactly what I've been doing recently. I really should know better; aimless evenings make me unhappy.
Oh! I mentioned a hamster I might have adopted off Craigslist a couple days ago. The girl who was attempting to adopt the little one out called me this morning. I took an early lunch and dashed down to the dorms at UNM to pick the hamster up. Apparently, the girl is moving out of the dorms for the summer and had no place to keep her hamster in the meantime. I dunno. I didn't ask too many questions since the hamster was so frickin' cute. Her name is Molly, and she spent the day with me in my office at work. Everyone thinks she's too adorable and just like a miniature bear. She's currently in the living room running like mad in her wheel.
I promised Molly's previous owner that I'd send her an update with some pictures in an effort to give her closure and assurance that Molly went to a good home.
The tote bag I've been using to drag books/CDs/breakfast/lunch to work in everyday fell apart. I ordered a Hellsing messenger bag that is too hot for words. It shipped out today, so I'll post pictures of sexy Alucard on the front of it as soon as it arrives in the mail.
Work is work. I've managed to gain some sense of control, which is more than I can say about my feelings on Monday. I'm also heavily doped up on Midol, so this optimism might be questionable and is not admissible in court.
I tried to post in a Twilight forum on the lovely internets, but I had nothing to say. The other posters just weren't on my wavelength, probably because they were fifteen and worrying about math class. I'm not going to be disparaging toward them because they all seem like very nice people, but I couldn't find many threads at all that I found interesting enough to post in or even read completely. It's not them, it's me. I've already pondered, discussed, lamented, and embraced my status of black sheep. Baaah.
I don't even know why I'm writing about these yawn-inducing details here. My only excuse is boredom. And, also, my need to put the structure back into my days. I dislike coming home and lounging about the apartment, but that's exactly what I've been doing recently. I really should know better; aimless evenings make me unhappy.
Oh! I mentioned a hamster I might have adopted off Craigslist a couple days ago. The girl who was attempting to adopt the little one out called me this morning. I took an early lunch and dashed down to the dorms at UNM to pick the hamster up. Apparently, the girl is moving out of the dorms for the summer and had no place to keep her hamster in the meantime. I dunno. I didn't ask too many questions since the hamster was so frickin' cute. Her name is Molly, and she spent the day with me in my office at work. Everyone thinks she's too adorable and just like a miniature bear. She's currently in the living room running like mad in her wheel.
I promised Molly's previous owner that I'd send her an update with some pictures in an effort to give her closure and assurance that Molly went to a good home.
The tote bag I've been using to drag books/CDs/breakfast/lunch to work in everyday fell apart. I ordered a Hellsing messenger bag that is too hot for words. It shipped out today, so I'll post pictures of sexy Alucard on the front of it as soon as it arrives in the mail.
Work is work. I've managed to gain some sense of control, which is more than I can say about my feelings on Monday. I'm also heavily doped up on Midol, so this optimism might be questionable and is not admissible in court.
I tried to post in a Twilight forum on the lovely internets, but I had nothing to say. The other posters just weren't on my wavelength, probably because they were fifteen and worrying about math class. I'm not going to be disparaging toward them because they all seem like very nice people, but I couldn't find many threads at all that I found interesting enough to post in or even read completely. It's not them, it's me. I've already pondered, discussed, lamented, and embraced my status of black sheep. Baaah.