random? No, I ran /some/. hee!
Jul. 30th, 2007 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineI've had several good ideas for posts flicker though my head tonight. One of them was exceptionally entertaining and would have been a fun combination of humor, wry observation, ridiculing some of my foibles, and an all-around excellent read. And then I went upstairs to get something and by the time I came back down to my laptop I could remember nothing but that it would have been fun.
Ah, well. That's how my brain works. Or doesn't. Take your pick.
I am almost done with my re-reading of The Well of Lost Plots (I'm getting geared up for First Among Sequels). I've finished Coraline and Stardust again and I need to go find an appropriately-sized book in my library for my next trip to the gym.
Yes, the gym! I am becoming something of an endorphin junkie. I'm to that place in physical fitness where I get the endorphin rush after ~15 minutes of aerobic work. This is made of sheer awesome! And it got even better when I discovered that switching to a less plot-heavy/more fun book meant that I could stay on the treadmill for longer!
So I went to the gym after work. Then I took the very bouncy dog for a walk, where she charmed another family into considering greyhound adoption. When we got home, since Downwood was at his usual Monday night Flames of War game, I turned up the music and started running through the various dance drills.
So. Much. Fun. I don't even need the endorphin rush - it's just that much fun to dance. It's my favorite scheduled activity - I start looking forward to Thursday nights on, say, Tuesday morning. I'm toying with the idea of overlapping my fall classes a little. There would be TWO nights to look forward to! The thought, it makes me dizzy with glee!
Or that could just be the dog's gas. Or Downwood's gas. Sometimes it's hard to say.
The only other thing of note tonight (I still can't remember what I originally wanted to post) is that random objects around the house seem to have it in for me. Yesterday, while rearranging, moving, and building bookshelves, a fan tried to take off my left kneecap. It's all sorts of shades of purple, though the center is still a frighteningly normal color for how much it hurts. Then, when I was hacking apart a pair of jeans in the hopes of resurrecting them as a truly kicking miniskirt, my shears sliced open my knuckle badly enough that I needed to find a bandaid before bleeding all over my cutting board and fabric.
Also, I'd like to say "Yay Wisconsin!" for a fellow Mad-town resident winning the 2007 Bulwer-Lytton contest! I'm thinking that when the 2008 contest opens up, I'm going to have a Really Bad Fiction party where guests have to do...something. This requires thinking on.
Ah, well. That's how my brain works. Or doesn't. Take your pick.
I am almost done with my re-reading of The Well of Lost Plots (I'm getting geared up for First Among Sequels). I've finished Coraline and Stardust again and I need to go find an appropriately-sized book in my library for my next trip to the gym.
Yes, the gym! I am becoming something of an endorphin junkie. I'm to that place in physical fitness where I get the endorphin rush after ~15 minutes of aerobic work. This is made of sheer awesome! And it got even better when I discovered that switching to a less plot-heavy/more fun book meant that I could stay on the treadmill for longer!
So I went to the gym after work. Then I took the very bouncy dog for a walk, where she charmed another family into considering greyhound adoption. When we got home, since Downwood was at his usual Monday night Flames of War game, I turned up the music and started running through the various dance drills.
So. Much. Fun. I don't even need the endorphin rush - it's just that much fun to dance. It's my favorite scheduled activity - I start looking forward to Thursday nights on, say, Tuesday morning. I'm toying with the idea of overlapping my fall classes a little. There would be TWO nights to look forward to! The thought, it makes me dizzy with glee!
Or that could just be the dog's gas. Or Downwood's gas. Sometimes it's hard to say.
The only other thing of note tonight (I still can't remember what I originally wanted to post) is that random objects around the house seem to have it in for me. Yesterday, while rearranging, moving, and building bookshelves, a fan tried to take off my left kneecap. It's all sorts of shades of purple, though the center is still a frighteningly normal color for how much it hurts. Then, when I was hacking apart a pair of jeans in the hopes of resurrecting them as a truly kicking miniskirt, my shears sliced open my knuckle badly enough that I needed to find a bandaid before bleeding all over my cutting board and fabric.
Also, I'd like to say "Yay Wisconsin!" for a fellow Mad-town resident winning the 2007 Bulwer-Lytton contest! I'm thinking that when the 2008 contest opens up, I'm going to have a Really Bad Fiction party where guests have to do...something. This requires thinking on.
