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.

Standing, spaces and other stuff

I’ve been looking at a couple random things lately. One of the top things I’ve been looking at is a standing desk. I read an article on Lifehacker about standing at a desk instead of sitting at a desk all day long. Particularly when using the computer. It made some sense to me and I kind of like the idea. While I can’t buy a new desk for work, or even have space in my office for a new desk, it still sounds like an interesting idea. Although, the one thing they talk about in depth is comfortable footwear while standing, and my shoes are not as comfy as running shoes are, which is what they recommend in the articles.

Another couple of articles I read regarded spaces after sentences. There apparently is a hot debate about one space or two spaces after a sentence. I’m currently typing this with only one space after each sentence, but man is it taking a lot of thought and effort to do that. I’m of the two spaces after a sentence person. Its ingrained at this point. Its how I was taught to type and man do I want to hit that space bar twice quickly after each sentence. And if two spaces really bugs someone as ‘wrong’ then they have a problem.

Last night Sam and I hit up Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School. Its basically a bar with a DJ and a model. It cost ten bucks, you can draw with whatever you want (as long as its not messy) and for two and half hours you get to sketch and draw peculiar models. Last nights model was a contortionist named Schmoo. Its fun, but difficult to get used to. But if you want something different, and want to drink at a bar while drawing in a light laughing atmosphere, its for you. They’re all over the place, look them up.

Standing Desk

Spaces

Dr. Sketchy

The Saddest Day

Yesterday was Blue Monday. Did you know that? Supposedly, according to some odd statistics and funky math, it’s the saddest day of the year.

It all seems to be an advertising scheme, or that’s how I read into it. And even more so dubious yesterday (the 17th) and next Monday (the 24th) could both be considered Blue Monday. It’s a crappy year that has two saddest days of the year.

You can find out more at these links:
Beat Blue Monday

Blue Monday