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September 1st, 2006

Sep. 1st, 2006

Todays oatmeal secret ingredient: pluot.

Had a nice wake-up email this morning. That's all I'm gonna say, except thanks.

Somebody brought in a couple of boxes of donuts this morning. This seems to be a weekly thing of which I do not partake, for obvious reasons; usually I just look fondly and whimper. But today's selection was bordering on repulsive, with everything having some form of sugar absolutely caked on. I mean a quarter-inch-thick layer of sprinkles? They're called "sprinkles" for a reason, Bobo. And one had nearly a half-inch of glaze-frosting on it. My blood glucose level went up just looking at it. And the smell... greasy, cloying sweet. Yuck.

Feeling an odd mix of sleepy and playful this morning. Friday before a long weekend makes me playful, but I took a melatonin before I went to bed, and I think there was some residual that activated with breakfast. That and my alarm was set funky (which is weird because you have to unlock it to make those changes and I find it unlikely that I'd be able to do that in my sleep) so I woke up 20 minutes late.

While I was in the shower, I started fantasizing. These days my fantasies are about power-washing the siding on the house. I don't think that's a particularly good sign, but it was damn sexy-- there was a lot of throbbing and spurting. And I really do want to see what happens when I power-wash the brick on the north side that has years of scale deposits on it from the bad drainage. Hell, if I could get away with it, I'd try power-washing the downstairs bathroom. I'm really trying to think of a way I could hook up the wet-vac to make that happen.
You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists.

September has started, and with it the beginnings of Halloween season. The squirrels are looking for places to put their nuts, and the leaves have started to turn.

I have a bunch of Halloween decorations that need some airing out and use. I need to get into the proper mood.

And on a totally different note: you know those Star Trek episodes where the engineer interfaces with a completely unknown alien technology by the end of the show?

That is such total bullshit.
Officially, I don't count my weekend as starting until after my stint on the bike, since it's the last day before two consecutive days of non-workout break. It's a bit stringent, but keeping with the program makes it easier to justify 50 minutes of riding time (and Simpsons reruns). But I'm heding out the door and collecting a somewhat leisurely drive home.


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