I do have a pair of boots like that, though.
I don’t think “stable” is a good word to describe me…
Edit: That’d be those 101 things in 1001 days. Silly me for not linking.
This hasn’t been in progress nine-weeks of a quarter yet, but I’ve got myself back on a regular workout routine so that I’m back up to four or five days of 3- to 4-mile walks a week (#5). I’m not running yet, in part because I’m still working on keeping the calf muscles loose enough not to reintroduce the foot problem, and in part because I’m not keen on diverting the energy to do any kind of moderately serious rehab/training. I’m more concerned about my loss of lung efficiency and (shallow though it is) all the weight I’ve picked up since Thanksgiving. But I’m back on the road to good physical health.
I’ve also recently acquired a credit card (#21). It’s really for the Thorn and for emergencies, since I’m not keen on paying for Thorn shit immediately out of pocket.
Regarding #42, I’m up to eating several pieces of fruit about four or five days a week. The cafeteria keeps oranges, apples, and bananas stocked, so I usually grab an armful or two every morning at breakfast and pack them away.
I am hereby not allowed to sleep on Thursday nights during weeks 3 thru 10 of a term, unless I can get more than 4 hours of sleep that night.
This is second goddamn time I’m either slept through my alarm or that my alarm has been set improperly or that my alarm has snafu’d. On a Friday morning. With important shit due within a few hours of the alarm going off.
Like my Fundamentals take-home test, which I ran down to the prof at 12:00 (it was supposed to be due at 08:00 if you missed class), unshowered, uncombed, un-anything other than panicked. The test still had 45 points (of a 125 pt test) unanswered, because I just needed to ease the burning in my eyes with a nap… And the test was completely doable. I could have saved my grade. Holy fuck, I could have saved my godamn motherfucking grade.
Or that interview that I was supposed to go to. There are few things quite like calling up the headhunter so interested in having you come out at the time you were supposed to be arriving and telling him that something happened with you and your alarm and that you’re apparently no longer cooperating with each other. There was much stumbling and awkwardness.
Not for the easily offended, I suppose.
Then again, that probably applies to my entire site…
…when you just decide to be cheerful about it all. No matter how much trouble you’re having with a teammate, no matter how some relationship shifting has you worried, no matter how much work needs to be done before you can rest, no matter how physically restless you feel sitting in a chair studying all day, no matter the grades you’ve got calculated in your little Spreadsheet of DOOM…
…I can at least be cheerful and hardworking.
I think someone has been spiking my morning orange juice with happy-crack these past ten or so days. Don’t know what it is, but I’m just glad to be having fun again. Because, really, writing a spreadsheet application in the final four weeks of a term can only be fun if you make it that way.
Okay, self-made fun and a teeny bit of desperation after filling values into that Spreadsheet of DOOM. Fer skerious. Whoo.