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Contradicting Interests Feeling: pooped-y I am not sure why, but all day today, I was ohmygodsotired. In theory, I got enough sleep, the restaurant was not (incredibly) busy (I think I had a maximum of five tables at one time, and I can handle up to six), and my Sunday did not include much intensive labor through which I might have become so exhausted. But despite all these reasons, I am two seconds away from ::flop:: followed by "zzzz." Not knowing this, mon coeur wants to re-institute our habit of going to the gym three times a week, starting tonight. It is an excellent idea (in theory), because rehearsals have gotten in the way of that (after spending evenings packing our belongings to move got in the way of it first). I have gained a few pounds, thanks to many late-night powwows with Bork after rehearsal, in which we go to Jim's or IHOP and I So yeah. Going to the gym. But tired as all fuck. We'll see what happens when these two factors collide. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |