uh-oh spaghettios
As in that's what I'm eating for... brunch I guess? Well it was 11am when I started this entry so it felt early for it but I had no food in my apartment last night. None. Or at least nothing practical. (Half a can of diced tomatoes is not exactly a good midnight snack.) Nor did I have any breakfast food (see: can of tomatoes). So I sort of went on a fast from about... 5pm last night to 11am this morning. I figure I deserve a little meal of mindless carbs, and not-lean protein.
I stayed in last night, even canceled a date because I was so tired I just couldn't do it. I realized that if I went out last night I would have gone out six of the past seven nights. All while working forty hours, exercising, and struggling with allergies. If I'd gone out last night I probably wouldn't have been able to get up today. As it was, I did relax and feel a little less stressed, but I didn't get as much sleep was I wanted. I took a drowsy allergy pill and still didn't go to sleep until 12:30am, then I lay in bed coughing until at least 1am. Only to awaken around 8:30am this morning.
I would love to try again for ten hours of sleep today, but it's just not an option. Why? Because I'm going out.
In other news I weighed myself this morning and despite being... shall we say careless the past two weeks, I've maintained and not gained. This I feel is a win. Particularly because on Wednesday I managed to run for 20 min at 5mph and that was after pollen had beaten me up and had its way with me. I didn't go to the gym on Thursday due to massive amounts of crankiness, but I went yesterday for strength training and today as a treat my cardio will be ice skating.
Yeah, you read that right. I'm going ice skating and yes it has everything to do with Johnny Weir. Sort of. I actually genuinely enjoy it. Two years ago I went with jennerose and only fell once and had a pretty good time. I always talked about wanting to go back but we never got around to it. Recently I went rollerskating and again, had a great time, but I honestly did not like it as much as when I went ice skating.
So Johnny Weir has sort of reminded me of how I went to get out and do active stuff and not necessarily always entertain myself with wine.
Hey, speaking of Johnny Weir. I'm calling it, I'm bi-fandom now. I have spent money on him (bought the last two episodes of Be Good, Johnny Weir from iTunes), and uploaded icons. I desperately want to figure out how to write for him, but I'm still pondering. He's very charming and funny and Evan is the stupidest boy and Lambiel is a magical flying zebra with wings and all the glitter and sparkles and whimsy is fun. Very, very fun.
Idk, for some reason the Jonas Brothers are not filling me with very much squee. Though I can't really put my finger on why. I'm sure it has something to do with the lack of interviews. And something to do with what they have chosen to talk about lately. And perhaps something to do with them growing up. I find myself really missing then teenage versions of themselves. Particularly Joe, who is growing up VERY well.
I know I just recently made that post about how we should all be happy we're getting stalkerazzi shots and should be writing about the undercover brother lovers, and I DO believe that. I want more fic and I will be watching what ever cuteness the future holds in store for us, but right now it seems like I have to wait for it to happen. I can't make it happen even though I want to.
I think I just need to rest. A lot. This week I felt so shitty I could barely focus at work, and right now is really not the right time to be slacking off (what with the potential raise and all). I couldn't write. Didn't get enough sleep. Didn't cook as much as I wanted to, and certainly didn't clean as much as I should. But I don't know how to do that right now. Like my impulse is to be all "Okay we need a game plan and a list of ways to relax and schedule of when I go out and when I don't" and so on and so forth. Which is... REALLY NOT THE POINT.
I think I'm going to take a nap. Go to coffee and have fun tonight, and we'll cross Sunday's bridge when we come to it.
I stayed in last night, even canceled a date because I was so tired I just couldn't do it. I realized that if I went out last night I would have gone out six of the past seven nights. All while working forty hours, exercising, and struggling with allergies. If I'd gone out last night I probably wouldn't have been able to get up today. As it was, I did relax and feel a little less stressed, but I didn't get as much sleep was I wanted. I took a drowsy allergy pill and still didn't go to sleep until 12:30am, then I lay in bed coughing until at least 1am. Only to awaken around 8:30am this morning.
I would love to try again for ten hours of sleep today, but it's just not an option. Why? Because I'm going out.
In other news I weighed myself this morning and despite being... shall we say careless the past two weeks, I've maintained and not gained. This I feel is a win. Particularly because on Wednesday I managed to run for 20 min at 5mph and that was after pollen had beaten me up and had its way with me. I didn't go to the gym on Thursday due to massive amounts of crankiness, but I went yesterday for strength training and today as a treat my cardio will be ice skating.
Yeah, you read that right. I'm going ice skating and yes it has everything to do with Johnny Weir. Sort of. I actually genuinely enjoy it. Two years ago I went with jennerose and only fell once and had a pretty good time. I always talked about wanting to go back but we never got around to it. Recently I went rollerskating and again, had a great time, but I honestly did not like it as much as when I went ice skating.
So Johnny Weir has sort of reminded me of how I went to get out and do active stuff and not necessarily always entertain myself with wine.
Hey, speaking of Johnny Weir. I'm calling it, I'm bi-fandom now. I have spent money on him (bought the last two episodes of Be Good, Johnny Weir from iTunes), and uploaded icons. I desperately want to figure out how to write for him, but I'm still pondering. He's very charming and funny and Evan is the stupidest boy and Lambiel is a magical flying zebra with wings and all the glitter and sparkles and whimsy is fun. Very, very fun.
Idk, for some reason the Jonas Brothers are not filling me with very much squee. Though I can't really put my finger on why. I'm sure it has something to do with the lack of interviews. And something to do with what they have chosen to talk about lately. And perhaps something to do with them growing up. I find myself really missing then teenage versions of themselves. Particularly Joe, who is growing up VERY well.
I know I just recently made that post about how we should all be happy we're getting stalkerazzi shots and should be writing about the undercover brother lovers, and I DO believe that. I want more fic and I will be watching what ever cuteness the future holds in store for us, but right now it seems like I have to wait for it to happen. I can't make it happen even though I want to.
I think I just need to rest. A lot. This week I felt so shitty I could barely focus at work, and right now is really not the right time to be slacking off (what with the potential raise and all). I couldn't write. Didn't get enough sleep. Didn't cook as much as I wanted to, and certainly didn't clean as much as I should. But I don't know how to do that right now. Like my impulse is to be all "Okay we need a game plan and a list of ways to relax and schedule of when I go out and when I don't" and so on and so forth. Which is... REALLY NOT THE POINT.
I think I'm going to take a nap. Go to coffee and have fun tonight, and we'll cross Sunday's bridge when we come to it.