Saturday Morning Transgressions

After writing my blog post this morning about being ‘beaten’ I got to work.

I wanted to organize my photos on my iphone.  I had so many that looking at them on my phone had become a hassle.  I uploaded them on to the computer, sorted them, and put the ones I wanted back on the phone.  That took a lot longer than I thought it would.

I then fixed a couple videos that weren’t playing properly on my external harddrive.

Then I really got to work.  I picked up the living room, organized it, and vacuumed.  I then proceeded to the kitchen where I did some dishes (there are still some left over), tackled both litter boxes, took out two bags of garbage, bagged up the recyclables to be returned, swept and mopped.

I then sniffed the ferret, discovering that she hadn’t had a bath in a while and really needed one.  So I bathed the ferret and after toweling her dry decided it was my turn to shower.

The bedroom is a mess, and there’s laundry to be done, but I’m taking a break to go get some coffee and draw for a little bit.  I also want to clean out my medicine cabinent.  Its a mess, and I’m sure there is expired medicine in there.

Anyways.  That’s the plan.  I feel like going out tonight.  That does depend on my energy later on.  And some phone calls I need to make.  Also, I have to pay rent.  I’ll do that now I suppose.

Beaten

By the time I got home Thursday night I just felt… I don’t know.  Beaten maybe.  Just like the world had sort of won and I was crushed.  From no specific thing in particular, but just that I needed recovery.  Of course I had just started P90X on Sunday and had to workout Thursday night and even crawled into bed at not a horrible hour.

When I woke up on Friday it was still there.  That dragging feeling.  That feeling of being beaten.  But I picked myself and dragged myself to work.  I had little upswings, 15 minutes here and there where I felt better, but it didn’t go away.  Friday night I worked out and got myself some 3 Cheeser Bread from Hungry Howie’s and watched movies on the couch.  I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t exercising I would have hit the whiskey right away.  But I didn’t.  I haven’t drank in a while.

This morning I feel better.  I’ve got some coffee and am planning on doing some cleaning before heading out for whatever it is I’m going to accomplish today.  But this guy… had a day and a half of just feeling completely off, beaten, or whatever you want to call it.  It sucked.  And it certainly wasn’t a fast passing time.

I’d like to think…

I’d like to think I have a very distinctive stomp when coming inside from snowy weather. I stomp pretty loudly in a one-two with my right foot and a one stomp with my left foot all while staying in complete stride never slowly down.

It could just be me, but I assume its like announcing myself while getting snow off my shoes.