ow, cool.

first off, i pulled something in my upper back while getting dressed (!!) this morning. right now, i’d sell my soul for a heating pad and a boyfriend with strong hands.
secondly, i’m tired. it took half an hour longer than usual for me to get out of bed this morning. i suppose it’s my own fault for staying up so late, but i feel like blaming jim for being so damn easy to talk to. it’s nice to have it affirmed that some suprises aren’t scary in the least.
thirdly, i’ve been having a tough interpersonal week at work. there has been a lot of friction between a woman i work with and myself. it pretty much ruined the first half of my week. i understand that i let it and have since set it free. i still don’t like her, but i can deal with her… until the next time she acts like an idiot.
fourthly, i’m going to stop counting these things.
i’m trying to psych myself up to go do my daily elliptical training. suddenly, my motivation is gone. *poof* i can’t see the point in exercise any longer. of course, it’s been about two months since i started, so it’s time that i lost my inspiration. it happens to me with just about everything. i start into something, all gung-ho, only to burn myself out and then i drop it. maybe that’s why i don’t have that much trouble quitting smoking… i’m good at quitting things. oh, bloody hell. i’ll be back after i sweat…
ugh. couldn’t efx, so i biked instead. haven’t biked in forever. my thighs are burning throbbing twitching. please tell me there’s a point to all this? oh yeah, and my sore back is even more sore, thankyouverymuch. bleh.
you know, this wasn’t going to be a bitchy entry when i started it. i wanted to spew out all the odd little thoughts which have been rattling around in my brain for the last week or so. all the things which haven’t seen light because of my simmering distate for talking. i haven’t wanted to talk to any but three or four select people for a while now. i’ve been annoyed at humans in general. these are the times i miss having a cat.
speaking of cats, i did some math and reckoned that as of his ninth birthday this may, my cat walter will have lived with my mom alone longer than he lived with my mom and i together. this depresses me. he’s offically not my cat anymore. i don’t blame him for hiding when i go to visit.
i’m not very productive so far today. i’m thinking about the hockey game and the movie i’m downloading at home and which route i’ll take to wendy’s to get my mandarin chicken salad for lunch and if i’ll ever get around to answering the email which has been piling up in my inbox and how much i’d love to be back in bed right now and whether or not the rent increase i just received will be the final impetus to get me out looking for a proper one-bedroom apartment.
hug me, please.