You can't even blame that on the contact high from the 87 people over there...

Ok, here's what you have to understand to begin with. He's somewhere (a diner I believe) when he hears a girl say "If it weren't for my horse, I never would have spent that year in college."

He goes on to tell you that after his brain recovered from that statement, he tried to find the girl/figure out what conversation that possibly could have belonged to and pretty much failed. So, "If it weren't for my horse" becomes pretty standard shorthand for "What the HELL does that mean? Ow ow, Oh Dear God, my BRAIN..."

In that vein, a coworker and I were in Royal Oak on Sunday. We were going out to dinner before meeting other coworkers for a concert. We didn't really have any destination in mind, so we just sort of wandered about until we were too hungry to continue wandering. At one point, we're crossing the street when we pass a guy and a girl in professional/mildly casual type clothing and we hear the woman say "Well, but you have to remember, it's all acted out with puppets."

At which point I actually felt my brain stop, turn and go "What the fuck?"

I'm pretty sure that's about the point my brain packed it up and called it a night. That's the only possible reason I wasn't crying in pain 7 hours later when I was still standing on concrete.

The Polka is not jogging music people, the beat is all wrong

So Rhianna seems to have taken over my brain. Which has nothing to do with anything, I'm just saying.

Job A rears it's ugly head again tomorrow, which is always fun. On the bright side, I think I'll plug in my i pod tonight so it's charged and ready to go tomorrow, because I think I'll need it when I get home. I foresee a very long walk happening tomorrow night. It's not a bad thing. It'll clear my head, help me work some stuff out and I'll get some exercise in. All good things.

Of course, this means I'll be able to justify spending five bucks on new songs from itunes for this. Darn.

Baby steps!

Side note - maybe I'll have a chance to work out some details of my upcoming trip while I'm walking. At the very least, work out the anxiety that always comes with spending money.

Hi, I'm crazy. You weren't aware? Well now you are, welcome to the party. =P

Oh, and I'm off Wednesday and I'm taking mom shopping with me. She has suddenly turned into an enabler where LB is concerned, but I'm holding strong. I am not buying things I do not need, even if buying and paying off will help my credit. Gr.*looks ferocious... or something*


In other news, bed now.

EtA: Oops. Forgot to hit publish before I did the bed thing.

....I'm gonna go now. =P

I was going to but then there was something shiney and what were we talking about?

Clearly this is working out just the way I planned it.

Ha, when does that ever happen? Oh well, that's why I don't write my plans in concrete. A) it's messy as hell and B) then I have a piece of cement reminding me that strict time lines for anything that is not class based is nuts. As it turns out shit doesn't ask before it happens. While I throughly enjoyed my vacation, I didn't make the 'work my farther into jogging' happen.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still working on it, just a little slower than previous schedules indicated. What I really absolutely positvely need to do no excuses excepted is accomplish setting myself on some sort of schedule before winter makes an appearance and makes me say things like "The hell with that, it's f***ing cold out there." I'll do a lap around the kitchen or something. My thought is if I make excercise habit, than perhaps even if it is ridiculously cold outside, perhaps I'll take myself off to the gym I pay for but don't use.

I know I know. Crazy talk.

Ha.

And on that note,

Let's get dangerous...or completely overworked. Either way.

So, as it stands I sort of have two jobs. There's the job I get paid for that I'm not currently fond of and the job I don't get paid for that I like. That could very well be why I enjoy it.

Given that they're both in retail, we'll say paying job is Job A and non paying job is Job B. Just in case anyone is following along.

Just so we're clear, we're not discussing Job A tonight.

So, apparently I'm funny. I was not aware of that. It's not something I attempt, because when I try it doesn't end well. At least I think? Eh, anyway I've heard from a very reliable source that apparently I'm funny and well liked and if it weren't for that small issue of that...person screwing with my ability to work at Job B, I'd probably try to go back there. As it stands I can't and I'm sort of glad. It's sort of like a safe haven.

Unfortunately I'll never know if I can do anything on my own if I don't branch out.

I know, scary isn't it?

And away we go...

So, my thought behind a blog was pretty simple. There are a few thing I want to learn and I figured creating a blog to document my attempts and/or progress would be a fairly decent way to make myself stick with it. Of course, given that my current endeavor is jogging and my vacation doesn't start until next week... we're going to have to find something else to discuss until then.

It's probably going to be work, I won't lie.

I'll try very hard to make it not work, or at the very least somewhat amusing, but it's going to fail at being not work. I guarantee. I won't mention the company or names, but it's probably still going to be work in the meantime.

You were warned.



PS - The title of this blog was supposed to be Under the cover of night... When the hell did Darkwing Duck get here? But apparently that's too many letters, so there you go.