Wow. Today I am really paying for that 300+ calorie burn, and I feel at tad stiff. You know, I'm okay with that.
Today is my down day. This is the day that I would normally burn by driving back from Minneapolis, but since I'm already here, I'm golden. No bike today, no projects planned, just relaxing.
At least I don't have a river in the backyard.
It rained here, pretty hard, but it was just rain. It washed out some of the landscaping that was done, and it reminds me very strongly not to park next to the retaining wall.
Today would be a very good day to hang out with friends. Pity, that.
I've done a bloody lot of writing today. Answering e-mails, writing comments to other livejournal entries, just generally flitting about.
And watching TV. Odd thought: edible underwear isn't Atkins-friendly.
In a fit of pique, I went to CompUSA to get a mouse and keyboard for the laptop. The little mousepad and tiny keyboard on the laptop are frustrating for doing any serious work, and I'm doing some CAD drawing.
I found a trackball that I love, and a pretty dandy keyboard, which is making me happy because I can actually type again without having the cursor jump into weird places.
But while I was there, I ran into their cheapo movie bin. Amongst the $9.95 pile, I found Donnie Darko, The Usual Suspects, and Buckaroo Banzai.
Watching Donnie Darko now. Perhaps it will improve my mood.
With the way that the mirrors are arranged in the bathroom, if I stand in one place, I can actually see my own ass.
Have you ever actually seen your own ass?
I mean, in general, if you see someone's ass on a regular basis, it's most likely not your own. And you probably get used to it. But seeing your own ass is a rare enough event to be somewhat shocking.
It's kind of like going to a hotel for the first time that has a full-length mirror on the back of the door so that when you step out of the shower and see your entire body naked for the first time. Except that when you do that, you still have the frame of reference of your face.
With your ass, you have no frame of reference. It's just there, like some alien planetosphere that sways with you. It's like some odd naked person is doing an acting exercise with you where they have to mirror your every move.