Today I got Spiked, and climbed the hill
I had another interview with 24 Hour Fitness today, and there will be at least one more before I can be hired. I really hope I get hired, though it seems less and less likely each time I speak to another person. I'm trying to stay optimistic though.
On my way home I took the MUNI to Castro, so I could drop off some movies, and while I was there, I figured I'd call marnov and see if he would like to meet up for lunch. Alas, he was already having lunch in the south bay. It actually works out for the better, because I wasn't quite hungry for lunch yet. So, I walked up to Spike's on 19th St. and got a soy latte. It's the only place that I order soy in my coffee, because everyone else scorches the soy. Whatever.
Anyway, for those of you who live in the city, you know that 18th St. is the valley that cuts across Castro St. Climbing up to 19th is doable in most conditions, but going beyond that is just masochistic. I've actually known people to take the bus just to the top of the hill (four blocks) because it's just that treacherous. Coming up from my side, for some reason, seems much easier. Needless to say, I usually take the bus over the hill, but not today. The soreness has already started settling into my legs, and I was so out of breath at the top of the hill, I nearly fainted. This, I cannot abide. I'm going to tackle that hill at least once every two days until it does not taunt me so.
Also, while I was at Spike's I realized one of the great benefits of being single, that I have been missing out on. When you go places with people, or with one person all the time, you tend to only share your observations with them, as though the two of you are in some sort of clandestine club to which others cannot be party. Some of your observations you even keep to yourself, because you think that other person won't be interested or will just scoff at you for being ridiculous. However, when you're all by yourself at the coffee counter, and the guy hands you back a ten with wheresgeorge.com written on it, you tend to blurt out things like, "shouldn't this say whereshamilton.com?" which ultimately may blossom into a short but somewhat flirtatious conversation with said coffee counter guy.
Finally, when I leave the house I have to lock kookie up in the bedroom to avoid any possible tousle with the cat. It's kinda cold in here, and I haven't bought a space heater yet, though I think that I would not leave it on with him here alone. He might hurt himself. Still, whenever I come home he's at the corner of the bed shivering at me. I know that he's been snuggled tightly under the covers while I've been gone, and that the shaking is mostly excitement, but then I sit down at my computer, and he whines at me. If I put him in my lap he starts to shake from the cold, and the fear that he'll fall off, because my lap is just not big enough. Today, I found a solution
I am generally happy today. I had a nice walk. I smiled the whole way, and everyone I encountered smiled back at me. In truth, I've kinda enjoyed just being alone with my happy. Maybe later I'll share it with someone.
On my way home I took the MUNI to Castro, so I could drop off some movies, and while I was there, I figured I'd call marnov and see if he would like to meet up for lunch. Alas, he was already having lunch in the south bay. It actually works out for the better, because I wasn't quite hungry for lunch yet. So, I walked up to Spike's on 19th St. and got a soy latte. It's the only place that I order soy in my coffee, because everyone else scorches the soy. Whatever.
Anyway, for those of you who live in the city, you know that 18th St. is the valley that cuts across Castro St. Climbing up to 19th is doable in most conditions, but going beyond that is just masochistic. I've actually known people to take the bus just to the top of the hill (four blocks) because it's just that treacherous. Coming up from my side, for some reason, seems much easier. Needless to say, I usually take the bus over the hill, but not today. The soreness has already started settling into my legs, and I was so out of breath at the top of the hill, I nearly fainted. This, I cannot abide. I'm going to tackle that hill at least once every two days until it does not taunt me so.
Also, while I was at Spike's I realized one of the great benefits of being single, that I have been missing out on. When you go places with people, or with one person all the time, you tend to only share your observations with them, as though the two of you are in some sort of clandestine club to which others cannot be party. Some of your observations you even keep to yourself, because you think that other person won't be interested or will just scoff at you for being ridiculous. However, when you're all by yourself at the coffee counter, and the guy hands you back a ten with wheresgeorge.com written on it, you tend to blurt out things like, "shouldn't this say whereshamilton.com?" which ultimately may blossom into a short but somewhat flirtatious conversation with said coffee counter guy.
Finally, when I leave the house I have to lock kookie up in the bedroom to avoid any possible tousle with the cat. It's kinda cold in here, and I haven't bought a space heater yet, though I think that I would not leave it on with him here alone. He might hurt himself. Still, whenever I come home he's at the corner of the bed shivering at me. I know that he's been snuggled tightly under the covers while I've been gone, and that the shaking is mostly excitement, but then I sit down at my computer, and he whines at me. If I put him in my lap he starts to shake from the cold, and the fear that he'll fall off, because my lap is just not big enough. Today, I found a solution
I am generally happy today. I had a nice walk. I smiled the whole way, and everyone I encountered smiled back at me. In truth, I've kinda enjoyed just being alone with my happy. Maybe later I'll share it with someone.