There are a few things concerning me right now:
1) The weather is turning cold tomorrow.
2) All these goons at work have been getting sick and missing work.
3) I have a half-marathon Sunday morning and I can't afford to be sick or I will be terminally destroyed.
So, I've been taking literally 10,000 times the daily recommended value of vitamin C. This is easy because the vitamin C tastes so good and orangey.
I am pretty concerned about the half-marathon because the last 2 miles of the friggin 10K I did a couple of months ago frakin sucked. But I think that was because I hadn't been training as much, there were too many hills and it was too hot, and I had eaten like 4 bags of trail mix that day.
I haven't even made my music mix yet because I'm too lazy. What kind of society do we live in where people can be too lazy to do things on a computer. All you're essentially doing is moving your hand. But I just hate thinking.
I love just sitting there and turning my mind off. That's one reason I like running, because I disconnect my mind and body and it's not too hard.
I've been keeping pretty busy lately at work the last few months, but when there are duldrums I have a tendency to want to just stare ahead. But I atleast put a spreadsheet on the screen so people might think I'm thinking.
I took this health screening questionairre thing at work today. It was okay because HR sent out this email saying to do it. I made a 75/100 which blows. I think it was because I don't get rectally screened or colonoscopied ever. And I said I like to speed on the road so they counted off for that.
They asked me these questions about job satisfaction and whatnot, so that made me think for a few minutes. Am I satisfied at my job? It's okay, I guess. It's not torturous. I've definitely done worse work. I don't necessarily feel much satisfaction from the work itself because it's relatively tedious and boring, but I like getting a good paycheck where I can buy Battlestar DVD's and basically do what I want, when I want. Bare in mind I don't have expensive tastes.
I have a 10 year old car that I'm slightly scared will self-destruct one day. It has hurricane scratches, lots of electrical issues, and is probably not a good chick magnet any more. But since my house has no sort of decoration and I never got around to replacing the folding chairs that act as kitchen chairs, not sure my living quarters are a chick magnet either. I basically rely on my looks and enigmatic potentially-absent charm for magnetting chicks. But I don't put myself in potentially magnetic situations. But I don't really care. I have always, and will always, live by a sort of motto that everything will take care of itself. My freshman year roomate taught it to me. Not sure how it's working for him, but it's gotten me this far.
This half-marathon has been my looking-forward-to goal for a while. Then I have a Halloween party I'm excited about. Then I guess it's just holding out for my Poland vacation over Christmas. Then I turn 24 in February and I'm sure that will send me propelling towards a quarter-life crisis.
Which, might not be as bad as it seems. Maybe that will be the kick in the ass I need to step it up a notch, get stuff done, and find that oh-so-elusive future wife.
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