A long update because...
I thought not sleeping on the plane would mean a brutal, but quick transition back to EST; instead, I'm just tired all the time. *sighs* I became useless at about 4pm yesterday: shoulda just left work and admitted I hadn't gotten enough done, instead of staying for another 3 hours and not getting much more done.
I was going to update my status on Facebook to "thinks morning ride >> morning commute", but I realized it's not actually true. Not only is a morning ride not my reality, I'm not convinced I'd want it to be my reality. I'm still thinking of going riding for spring break though, esp since my riding roommate told me about places in Naples, Fl that do riding vacas. Too bad Virginia hunt country will still be cold in March.
I wanted my first book read this year to be something I could be proud of, but I got sucked into the latest Valedmar short story book. Only afterwards did I realize why I might be in the mood for stories about big white talking horses.
I keep looking at my open schedule and saying, "I don't have enough activities! I should run on this day, lift on that day, etc." until I remember (a) this is watch tv and eat pizza month and (b) I do have activities, they're called BNE studying and organizing my photos and getting rid of books and emptying boxes and ...
I was excited about being invited to the best inauguration party evuh - it really made my morning - until I saw the rsvp of an attendee "Can't wait to help the Republicans get royally fucked...victory is sweet!" Wow. I find this person so repulsive, she drove me away from two parties last month; now I have to figure out if seeing Spider and Clark Kent and Diana Prince(!) is worth it.
I went on a (purely medicinal) run yesterday morning and listened to Jack Coleman's interview with Television Without Pity and zomg I feel sorry for the people on the lower loop who had to see me gesticulating wildly at the awesomeness. The interviewer isn't very good and commented that he came off as a child molester in the first few episodes and kept on that topic for quite a while. But even he agreed he was creepy. Also, I think I'm back to being addicted to Heroes.
I'm glad I don't use CapitalOne for my main credit card: I called before I left to let them know I was in Spain, but still came home last night to a call from the fraud dept. They flagged most of my transactions last week and blocked my card: I'd've been pissed if I'd still been overseas and depending on that card. Moreover, the csr giggled as she told she couldn't figure out how to pronounce M-A-I-M-O-N-I-D-E-S. Then again, she didn't even try to pronounce Jerez either. Ugh. With last month's identity theft scare, I was so riled up, it took me hours to fall asleep. Just what I needed.
Oh, and in case it wasn't completely obvious, I haven't been reading LJ and won't be until I'm over the jetlag, so if there's something you need me to know, toss a link here.
I was going to update my status on Facebook to "thinks morning ride >> morning commute", but I realized it's not actually true. Not only is a morning ride not my reality, I'm not convinced I'd want it to be my reality. I'm still thinking of going riding for spring break though, esp since my riding roommate told me about places in Naples, Fl that do riding vacas. Too bad Virginia hunt country will still be cold in March.
I wanted my first book read this year to be something I could be proud of, but I got sucked into the latest Valedmar short story book. Only afterwards did I realize why I might be in the mood for stories about big white talking horses.
I keep looking at my open schedule and saying, "I don't have enough activities! I should run on this day, lift on that day, etc." until I remember (a) this is watch tv and eat pizza month and (b) I do have activities, they're called BNE studying and organizing my photos and getting rid of books and emptying boxes and ...
I was excited about being invited to the best inauguration party evuh - it really made my morning - until I saw the rsvp of an attendee "Can't wait to help the Republicans get royally fucked...victory is sweet!" Wow. I find this person so repulsive, she drove me away from two parties last month; now I have to figure out if seeing Spider and Clark Kent and Diana Prince(!) is worth it.
I went on a (purely medicinal) run yesterday morning and listened to Jack Coleman's interview with Television Without Pity and zomg I feel sorry for the people on the lower loop who had to see me gesticulating wildly at the awesomeness. The interviewer isn't very good and commented that he came off as a child molester in the first few episodes and kept on that topic for quite a while. But even he agreed he was creepy. Also, I think I'm back to being addicted to Heroes.
I'm glad I don't use CapitalOne for my main credit card: I called before I left to let them know I was in Spain, but still came home last night to a call from the fraud dept. They flagged most of my transactions last week and blocked my card: I'd've been pissed if I'd still been overseas and depending on that card. Moreover, the csr giggled as she told she couldn't figure out how to pronounce M-A-I-M-O-N-I-D-E-S. Then again, she didn't even try to pronounce Jerez either. Ugh. With last month's identity theft scare, I was so riled up, it took me hours to fall asleep. Just what I needed.
Oh, and in case it wasn't completely obvious, I haven't been reading LJ and won't be until I'm over the jetlag, so if there's something you need me to know, toss a link here.