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When I ignore all the rest of the internets and possibly other parts of life that shouldn't be ignored, I always come back to you, LJ.
Life seems to have stopped moving past me at an imperceptible blur for a moment, which is neat. I'm all moved out of Southie and into Cambridge, which is super weird but it is what it is, I guess. Moving is hard, mostly because I continue to fail spectacularly at minimalism, but it's sort of over now except for all the kitchen gadgets I've accumulated over the past few years. BLERG. Tonight I walked to and fro' the grocery store in the rain! I am like a hardy homesteader, hiking the Oregon Trail! Also, I'm going to have to wayyyy up my food budget, because there's a Hi-Rise Bakery and a Formaggio Kitchen (magical gourmet foodstuffs/beerstuffs store) in walking distance of my apartment, and the two closest grocery stores are Trader Joe's and Whole Foods. TROUBLE. But if I do it right, at least I'll be healthy and super jacked.
Speaking of being super jacked, it's way past time for me to get back on the exercising wagon and I can't stop myself from spinning my wheels (metaphorically, not in a "high intensity conditioning" sort of way). Do I go back to Crossfit, or try out the amazing-sounding weightlifting club/gym that's a 20 minute walk from me? Or just make it work at my office gym that has a Smith Machine (no) or keep going to L Street, or do pullups in the tree in my yard? Correct Answer - JUST PICK SOMETHING AND DO IT AND STOP FAFFING ABOUT READING THINGS ON THE INTERNET.
Anyway. Having what felt like four days off in a row was awesome. Job is still stressing me out, but I think it's making me a better person by forcing me to be an extrovert for at least 6 hours per day. Which is what I wanted, really. But sometimes I still feel like working is a silly, nonsensical thing we all get roped into.
I was out at Jodi's cabin this past weekend in the Berkshires. It was pretty epic and American. I weed-whacked this morning while drinking black coffee in the woods. Being at the cabin meant I didn't get to see Jon though, which made me a little bit sad. As much as having a weekend boyfriend suits my flawed personality, I love him a lot and I miss him when I don't get to see him every weekend.
Now I'm going to continue to enjoy my AC and watch repeats of Doctor Who.
Life seems to have stopped moving past me at an imperceptible blur for a moment, which is neat. I'm all moved out of Southie and into Cambridge, which is super weird but it is what it is, I guess. Moving is hard, mostly because I continue to fail spectacularly at minimalism, but it's sort of over now except for all the kitchen gadgets I've accumulated over the past few years. BLERG. Tonight I walked to and fro' the grocery store in the rain! I am like a hardy homesteader, hiking the Oregon Trail! Also, I'm going to have to wayyyy up my food budget, because there's a Hi-Rise Bakery and a Formaggio Kitchen (magical gourmet foodstuffs/beerstuffs store) in walking distance of my apartment, and the two closest grocery stores are Trader Joe's and Whole Foods. TROUBLE. But if I do it right, at least I'll be healthy and super jacked.
Speaking of being super jacked, it's way past time for me to get back on the exercising wagon and I can't stop myself from spinning my wheels (metaphorically, not in a "high intensity conditioning" sort of way). Do I go back to Crossfit, or try out the amazing-sounding weightlifting club/gym that's a 20 minute walk from me? Or just make it work at my office gym that has a Smith Machine (no) or keep going to L Street, or do pullups in the tree in my yard? Correct Answer - JUST PICK SOMETHING AND DO IT AND STOP FAFFING ABOUT READING THINGS ON THE INTERNET.
Anyway. Having what felt like four days off in a row was awesome. Job is still stressing me out, but I think it's making me a better person by forcing me to be an extrovert for at least 6 hours per day. Which is what I wanted, really. But sometimes I still feel like working is a silly, nonsensical thing we all get roped into.
I was out at Jodi's cabin this past weekend in the Berkshires. It was pretty epic and American. I weed-whacked this morning while drinking black coffee in the woods. Being at the cabin meant I didn't get to see Jon though, which made me a little bit sad. As much as having a weekend boyfriend suits my flawed personality, I love him a lot and I miss him when I don't get to see him every weekend.
Now I'm going to continue to enjoy my AC and watch repeats of Doctor Who.