Blargh, Steph, humans can truly suck.
That is so not me. I feel like I'm channeling Kat and Kristin minus the running, but they are two of my exercise heroes. See also: sarameg.
Really? I walk/run a lot. Today I did 3.2 miles in 40 minutes which is pretty slow (included fussing with my socks and my cell phone for a bit there).
As a side note: exercise is WAY better at stimulating my brain's reward center than grading
Agreed! But not quite as good for stimulating the brain's reward center as cheese.
Really?
Yes, you have a consistency and a focus that I do not. When my stretch teacher is out of the country, I do not do the exercises on my own even though I know I don't need her instruction at this point for many of the routines. And I should do way more cardio than I usually do. Today was an hour total on the bike, and frankly I should probably do that 3 times a week, but I don't. You on the other hand run, walk, or swim seemingly every day. It's impressive.
play approx. one million Candy Crush Soda games.
Scrappy, I realized I had done too much of that myself when I went to bed, closed my eyes, and saw the game. Yikes. (Of course I woke up and played some more -- those candies aren't going to crush themselves!!)
I am going to the farmer's market once this morning's dose of Mucinex + painkillers kicks in.
Holy shit, Steph, that's truly awful.
The only funeral story I have that comes close to that is my sister-in-law's in-laws. It was horrible anyway, they died in a small plane crash. But she was just in the middle of what was going to be an ugly divorce, and her then-husband brought his mistress to the funeral without warning anyone. Yeah. It didn't go well. And yes, he was grieving both his parents, and I'm sure she was a comfort to him, but jeez, man. I thought the SO's dad was going to march straight up the aisle and strangle both of them.
This weekend is all me frantically preparing for what will be my first real song pitch on Monday. It's kind of chill, because it's to a publisher that I already met and got critique from at the event I just attended, but still, first pitch!
It's a lovely cool, rainy day. I can't wait to have a balcony to sit on to enjoy them.
About to climb up on the roof. Don't worry, I have someone holding the ladder for me...
Thanks!
I always vote sushi, Matt. Sushi is nearly always the right answer.
Agreed! But not quite as good for stimulating the brain's reward center as cheese.
I need to exercise. And I need to do taxes. And classwork. And a bunch of other stuff. But definitely, cheese sounds much better than all of these things.
Oh, and you guys, so my prof and I drove around for an hour looking for a hip place for lunch that day at the songwriters expo. Everything was all pancakes and pea soup (I guess it's a thing) and wineries. We finally found this great little spot in the industrial part of town. I had a roasted pheasant salad and he had something fancy with boquerones? and pancetta. And they were excited we were excited about them, so they gave us a free plate with beets and hummus. And also a brownie. They really liked us. (And as the prof's girlfriend later suggested, perhaps thought we were wealthier and more important musicians than we actually are!)
Anyway! We also had a little cheese plate, and it was so so good. But I, like an idiot, didn't ask what anything was, so I can't replicate the experience. But seriously, I could have just sat there and eaten cheese all day and been happy.
But seriously, I could have just sat there and eaten cheese all day and been happy.
I could do that any day. EVERY day!
One last whine, I swear: now all the physical effects of stress have come home to roost, including a sore back (though that's probably more from not exercising than anything [and yes, I know exercise is a good stress reliever]), migraine from hell, and an annoying painful [ladyparts TMI]
cyst that develops on my ladyparts when I'm super-stressed.
Oh, and probably a sinus infection. When I mentioned to Tim that my sinuses had been hurting for a month and had gotten REALLY bad after I got back from Colorado, he said, "I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but...you're going to call the doctor tomorrow, okay?" (Meh. Don't want antibiotics, damn it.)
I am DONE with 2016. If Godzilla goes rampaging down my street and eating the neighbors, I am going to ignore the shit out of it, because I am full up on stress for the year. Done.
All right. No more whining after this. My next post will hopefully be about what tasty stuff we find at TJs this afternoon.
(And soon, I hope, a link to a super-cute picture of Kato and his new dog friend Chewie. We participated in a fundraiser yesterday that involved getting pictures taken with your dog, and when we got there, one of our friends was already there with his dog Chewie, so we had pictures taken together. Chewie is about 3 and still full of puppy enthusiasm, and was all "Hey! Hey! Isn't this fun, new dog friend??? Woo! Let us jump around and sniff things together!!!!!" And Kato was all "Pup, I am almost 15 years old and you are exhausting me. Let me lie down and you tell me what you sniff."
Anyway, we should have those pictures soon. They should be cute as hell.)
