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My Shoulder Hurts. I woke up this morning with my left shoulder killing me. It's been tender for a few weeks now when I do the deltoid fly at the gym, but that was it. I just decreased the weight and all was well. Of course I've no liniment in the house (buy some) and I can't find my Aleve.

It'll be okay, I've got Tylenol to make it, but I don't want to go buying more pills when I have some! Okay, where's the red wine?

Thankfully, we're about out of the silly mandatory OT that we've been in since sometime before the first frost. Of course I think they might allow some voluntary to happen especially since there is a ton of work that we can help with in bailing out an other department.

I've got to e-mail my lampoon. It's written, but I've got blonde roots under all the brown. It's very difficult to tell. Hell, I'd leave with the lightbulb!

And no R today!
 
Okay, I admit it. I'm on the prowl for this gym at the gym. I've just got to find the opportunity to actually talk to him instead of just lusting after him.

Okay, it's time to be bold and cast off that part of me that's been holding me back. I've got to remember that on New Year's as part of that Hindu ceremony, I let go of loneliness. When I let the Universe guide me, I never go wrong.


:king:
 
This is one of those days when I’ve spent a lot of time with J. It has helped balance my mood out of the really nasty one I had yesterday–really not a good day to have to deal with people.

It’s a good Saturday when you don’t have to work! I got laundry done today, so I have tomorrow as my time. It’s been busy with trips to the library, a meeting, coffee, wine shopping, my much needed nap, the aforementioned laundry, and lunch at one of my favorite eateries! I did the spinach quiche–the last one by-the-bye. I didn’t pick up a baklava. I’m trying to be good. So, the apartment needs some straightening, but that’s not a problem and won’t take more than half an hour. I’m in the mood for liver and onions again. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s my vitamins or something lacking in my diet. Whatever the case, I’m craving it and can’t wait until dinner tomorrow.

This morning, I bungled and made a horrid pot of coffee. I downed enough to keep me from keeling over, but I deep sixed the rest of the pot. As I had to head Downtown anyway, I stopped in my favorite 4th Street coffee house to get a cup of joe before I headed to my meeting. Okay, so the side trip to was planned anyway. I know they said they'd serve coffee, but I like to make sure I'm not left holding the tea bag. I had a medium Red Eye–a shot of espresso in a cup of the house stuff, and in my case there was plenty of cream. Man it was to kill for! I had it and a pastry during the staff meeting. I've got my writing assignments and due dates, so I should be pretty good to go.

The fine on the werewolf book was $1. Not bad but I could have avoided it had I gotten the book back on time. After the staff meeting I went back. I'm into that pirate research, and I'm not doing well on the Net. I've got some interesting stuff, as well as a book of Texas ghost stories that I happened upon and a book called Testosterone Planet. I’m not overly fond of the new layout at the Library. Maybe once I’m used to it I’ll feel differently.
 
It was a far better day today than yesterday. I credit the gym with the reason. It was a good workout, and I have D to thank for doing things far more sanely than I have been.

And I'm off work legally tomorrow. I can do so many things even if it means working on Saturday to get in my mandatory. For some reason it doesn't bother me, and I'm even looking forward to it.
 
I've signed up for the training for the mini marathon. I don't know why other than I need the encouragement--if not the t-shirt, but I wouldn't mind having the t-shirt. Did all of this start with those running shoes I bought on sale?

Now, I also need to do some map questing for distances for the days/times I'm not at the gym.

:-$
 
Okay, my weekend has begun–sort of. I’m off tomorrow, but I’m working at least three hours on Saturday. It’s like having split off days, but it should be okay for me. Who knows. Anyway, I will do some non-gym walking time tomorrow. Probably from OLCH to home but it might be further. I do intend to walk home from church on Sunday–which means that I intend to go to church. Actually, I think I’m going to make a concerted effort to make it to SMART. I’m really into this training thing. I like it. My left calf is killing me. I had to stop on the treadmill. I honestly got afraid of doing myself some serious injury. Okay, it says that I should be doing 1-4 miles in my routines. I’m averaging three. I’ve got to pick up the pace and do it more often. It makes more sense if I follow what’s planned out than if I try to arrange it on my own. Who knows where it will lead?
 
Okay, so this morning I see the guy who I’ve had notice me several times. He ignores me–and I’m ready to speak. Alright, it’s early. Maybe staring at me is not his thing before 7 am. I can relate. So later, he’s coming out of the men’s room. He literally turned his head to not see me. Um, is there a problem? I’m finally ready to think something is possible, and now he’s intentionally not seeing me. Here I was the one pursued, and he’s going to try to switch on me. It won’t work Buddy. It won’t happen. It wasn’t like I was really ignoring him. I was just a little shy about it all. Buddy, I’ll ignore you now. You’ll find a difference. Yes, I could have held that door, but I didn’t–on purpose.

Okay, I’m better. Or at least I tell myself that I am. It’s just frustrating. However, there are so many other possibilities that I’m not going to do obsess any longer. Or will I become his “Man on a Mission?”

Good workout after work today–40 minutes totally a little over four miles. I’m back to wanting liver and onions. No, just the liver. I think I see some chicken liver and bacon in the future. Maybe not.


](*,)
 
There's a little convenience store, for lack of a better word, in the lobby of the building where I work. Yes, it's more expensive, but an establishment that sells everything from made to order sandwiches to seasonal gifts usually is. At its best it's like going into a different dimension. At its worst, like this afternoon, it's a visit to some surrealistic cross between a Fellini film and a Douglas Adams novel.
 
Sometimes in the course of the day, I run across some random guy that I just want to fuck with wild abandon. I don't want to kiss, or hug, or now his name. I want to rut like it's the end of the Universe as we know it. In my teens I thought this intensity would pass in my 20s, then my 30s, and now with 40 fading fast in the rearview mirror, I'm hoping it keeps going for the next 40 years. What difference a little perspective brings.

:king:
 
I’m not doing as well as I’d hoped, but I’m not doing poorly either. I’ve decided that I’m going to have to add another day of gym time to the week–bringing me to a total of five days there with some workout time on the weekends doing what I affectionately call street cardio. Hey, having begun the routine, I really do enjoy doing it and only wish that I could do it more often. I think a job that paid me to read, drink expensive coffee, attend arts events, work out, and read books would be good.

If you know of anything, please send me an e-mail with the contact information, so I can forward my resume. ;)
 
"That Damned Woman!" I can hear CP saying that after all these years. Well, C will now be called TDW! She, TDW!, drives me to distraction. I'm only sitting here doing this because it's my job. It's not to drive your insane, mismanage your inventory, usurp your authority, or in any way trouble you. This isn't my favorite way to spend the day either. I'm sorry if you don't understand that. I'm sorry you don't realize that you and T have to share me. I'm sorry RM thinks I work for T and e-mails him the kudos I got from GB and totally forgot you. I'm sorry, that MW has asked me to join his team. I might just do that! Honestly, it's been put out there. I didn't respond to his e-mail, but I might tell him to make me an offer--or something like that. No Dearest, I'm not fucking sorry for any of it. I'm glad. Glad I tell you. I'm crazed and insane, and I'm not fucking sorry!

And on top of all of that, no A or R today.



:twisted:
 
I don't mind you checking me out when I walk across from one machine to the other. In fact I'm flattered. Just strike up a conversation. Say something--anything. Are you not interested after all? Maybe it's because your hotter straight friend is just a few feet away. Hey, it's not like I'm wearing a fucking pride t-shirt. I find men the most frustrating creatures on the planet. You'd think that being male would help me understand men. It doesn't.

And breeders think they've got it bad. :rotflmao:
 
On Saturday when I got home from work, I had a summons for Federal Jury Duty in my mailbox . I don't have dates of service; this was like a preliminary version of a voir dire gathering demographic, employment, any conviction information, etc. As soon as I have any more information, I will pass it along. I just wanted you to be prepared.

On the one hand, it can't be that bad, but on the other, I'm sure those people on those juries that were that bad thought the same thing. So, essentially, it could be that bad. Well, time will tell.

](*,)
 
"Come, come, whoever you are.
Wanderer, idolator, worshipper of fire,
come even though you have broken your vows a thousand times,
Come, and come yet again.
Ours is not a caravan of despair."

--Rumi
 
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
 
So I walk into a bar late yesterday afternoon, I'm looking around for some friends I'm supposed to meet, and I see a crowd sitting in a dark corner. I walk back there. It's not my friends, but one of the women asks me "Are you one of the dancers for later?" I just kind of laughed at her and said "No, do I look like one of the dancers?"

Okay, I've dropped some weight, put on some muscle, but let's face it, I'm still pretty bearish. Sure, I was fresh out of the showers (at the gym), and I had my leather backpack (filled with sweaty gym clothes) on my shoulder, but what gave her the impression I was a dancer is a little beyond me. On the other hand, it did inflate my ego enough that it needed its own barstool.

By-the-bye, where the fuck was the bevy of fag hags I was meeting?
 
In order for us to get something going, I think I might have to take some notice of him, speak, smile, strike up a conversation. It might go some place if those things happened, but I tend to ignore him and pretend he doesn't exist. That's not the way to a guy's heart (or bed). I'm going to have to work on that. It means that The Hermit will have to go back into the deck, and the Two of Cups is coming out.

Now I need to work on the physical, since I'm so fucking good at getting the metaphorical down.
 
I had wanted to take that class at the gym, but unfortunately I won't be able to make at least two of the classes, and since it's fairly intense, I don't want to do that. So I'll wait and do something later. Maybe I'll check out that CBC or something. As I've said before, I really need to do some kick to get out of the plateau I'm in. Oddly I've intensified the cardio and I'm not lifting as much. Tomorrow, I'll lift some then do cardio. I've also got to remember to tan on Saturday afternoon--after four.

And the guy was there today. I turned around from my locker as he was changing--barefoot, chinos and a t-shirt...Man, it was all I could do to contain myself.
 
Damn it! If I'd know he was coming in, I could have done an extra mile or two on the bikes just to get some change to talk to him. Alright, if you read my blog, I would appreciate your imput. What do I do about this guy I'm interested in but can't make contact with? Oh, and I'm not even sure he's gay.

](*,)
 
It's one of those day engineered for a good steak and a good bottle of wine. I have to admit that I could have cared less what else I was served as long as that rare beef was on the plate and the shiraz-cab mix was in the glass. Yes honey, the asparagas was yummy, and I loved the butternut squash soup, but all that mattered was the meat and drink.

And not a damned bit of that would have been worth a tinkers damn if it weren't for your pretty face.
 
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