Kevin's Watch

It means you are in danger of being attacked by a giant mushroom.

Honestly, the signs are all there.

I'm still trying to gather up the motivation to post in the Procrastination thread.....

You can do it, Es! I believe in you!!

Heh.

I feel kinda depressed, but that's probably because I just watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Good movie.-jay

kevinswatch wrote:I feel kinda depressed, but that's probably because I just watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Good movie.-jay

that makes no sense to me. as a result, i feel elated.

It's a really really cold day; the little town called Hell, one county to the north, is definately frozen over this morning. But the sky is clear and the sun is out, and it's beautiful.

Wanders off singing U2's Beautiful Day...

Sore.

I'm taking a cruise in April (first time I've taken off more than two consecutive days in almost 6 years), so I've decided I need to vanquish my gut. I work out regularly, and I'm relatively active, but between bad genes and my love of beer, I'm carrying a spare tire. It's super frustrating, since everything else is in shape.

Soooo, I've decided to attack my abs. Every other day I do 3 ab exercises, 4 sets each, and 200 decline sit-ups, alternating every 20 between straight and alternating knee. Then I'm hitting the treadmill for as much fat-burning cardio as I can stand.

So far, I've got a rock-hard beer gut....Hopefully the fat starts disappearing soon.

I'm fapping cold.

It's around -30F here and everytime I go outside for the tiniest bit, I come in and my chest hurts and my hands are so cold I can't type properly.

At the top of the ski mountain I go to it was -68 with the wind chill. Why would anyone possibly want to go up there when it's like that?

Somewhere in the state, the weather channel man said it was -54 without the wind chill.

Auuuughhhh.

Yeah, but it's a dry cold.....

Anything below minus twenty is horrid. (That would be surface temp, not wind chill - the wind chill makes temps like that feel even worse). One night it was colder than that as I was driving home. When it gets that cold you can't ever get your car warm enough...when I got home my wrist really hurt. When I looked at it, there was a burn all the around it. My metal watch band had gotten so cold in the car that it had burned my skin.

I do not even want to imagine what Clare's mountain top would feel like today.

I feel hungry and will prolly go get some Mexican or Chinese in the next thirty minutes.

I've done a butt-load of work, from studying Am. History until my eyes popped out and then after my eyes fell out I finished my Brit History midterm. E-mailed it to the professor. Tomorrow begins my essay on Richardson's Pamela. Everything's coming together. Haven't got the grade back on the Am. Lit test, but the professor says he'll be lenient, as we only had an hour to do it. Phew.

Had a bad allergic reaction to something late last night, and it lasted until this morning. However, I am feeling great because I am writing.

To be honest, my idea of bliss is to create. Just love it. Forming worlds with the imagination, populating them and giving them history . . . . wow, this is the life. If only I could do this for a living I'd be happy forever.

Glad you're feeling better Lore

I've been procrastinating for most of the day...and dreaming up great things I would do if only I weren't so lazy. But I did take my son to the park (he loves the swings) and then we went down to the beach where me made me pick him up so we could *both* chase seagulls.

I feel great. I have not felt this good in years. Life is wonderful.

Loremaster wrote:I feel great. I have not felt this good in years. Life is wonderful.

Are you having a manic episode Loremaster?

Sunbaneglasses wrote:

Loremaster wrote:I feel great. I have not felt this good in years. Life is wonderful.

Are you having a manic episode Loremaster?

Nah, just something happened this morning that made me look back on things and reframe my life.

Good to hear that, Lore.

Me, I'm just meh. Heh. I hope this week is better. Or at least more productive. I think my master's research is going well, but it's just so hard to tell sometimes when something this large is due in May.

And on top of that, I need to run around the university trying to make sure that I actually *graduate* by the summer, and make sure the university doesn't take the opportunity to screw me one more time before I leave this place. Because I already know that the university loves screwing me. It's what it does best. Heh. Blah. I hate university administration.

Oh yeah, and top of all of that I need to make sure I have some sort of transition into whatever school I attend in the fall.

I have this feeling that I have a billion things over the next six months that have to fit together like a glove in order to work, and that scares me. Heh...-jay

Good news indeed LoreMaster.

Aah Jay, most of those things will practically sort themselves out, all you have to do is give a little nudge here and there. It's the things that won't that you have to watch out for...

--A

Good luck, Jay.

Started coming down with a cold on friday evening, it's gotten steadily worse since then.

Well, after another morning of problems with software that doesn't work...I gave up trying to work and decided to spend some time with Son of Seareach (aka SOS). There are days I feel like I don't spend enough time with him and it gets me down. So we went out in the garden and SOS played with a hoze in the dirt and ended up making himself a lot of mud. He also pulled up some carrots, and we made some rows to plant potatoes. He had a wonderful time getting very muddy and very wet, and I had a wonderful time watching him. He showed me "worms" and a "stick" and even an "echidna" which was definitely NOT in our garden, but at least he has a wonderful imagination.

Tonight he drew pictures in chalk on our balcony (including pictures of a seagull, a marble and a horse...they all looked like circles to me but he was chuffed), and then I blew bubbles for him to chase. He had breakfast cereal for dinner, and after his bath discovered he had a nipple (which he calls a "neeple").

....wish more days were like this.