March 25, 2004
Woke up early. Went to work early. After strong start, I got bored early. Eye twitched. Knee hurt. Nothing's going on tonight. Watched “Real Life”. Laughed out loud several times. Albert Brooks is a funny man. I am amazed by his insincerity. I am amazed at how bored I am. I am hoping my knee does not hurt tomorrow. I was planning on running on it tomorrow morning. Now I am hoping to run on it. Let’s hope.
posted by Thea at 10:08 PM
March 24, 2004
The beauty of being chemically imbalanced. The next day. You’re fine. I was better than fine. Somebody called in sick. I took over. With a smile on my face. My, you’re in a good mood. I sure am. Once that whole thing died down. I got nailed with some other work that I really don’t do anymore. At least he didn’t say: How would you like to do some real work? I get that sometimes. No, that’s OK. I like my fake work just fine. I had to edit somebody else’s work. It took five solid hours. I had to make a spreadsheet to track the changes. In order to master the spreadsheet, you must think like a spreadsheet. You must become the spreadsheet. 7:30 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. Home early. Run early. In the rain. The cold rain. I stopped for the first time not even a half mile out. That’s how bad the knee hurt. I stopped four more times over the 5K. The good thing about stopping five times during a 5K run is that I started up again five times. Not really conquering the pain. That would have been not stopping. But dealing with it. Laurie made dinner. With goat cheese. With sun dried tomatoes. With love. I had seconds. More time on the telephone. Dirt. Brother. Matt. How was Washington, DC? How was Joel? I keep on saying excellent. I need some fresh jams in my life. Fresh jams – that’s what I am missing.
posted by Thea at 7:34 PM
March 23, 2004
The last two days have been pretty much a wash. A lot of treading water at work. A lot of saying: OK. Now it’s time to get going. A lot of not doing anything. Looking at the computer. Walking around. E-mailing. Talking on the telephone. Thinking about Washington, DC. Thinking about Joel. Thinking about how it was back in the day. Role. A thirty-two year old office worker. Scene. Sitting in a cubicle. What’s my motivation? In addition to. I am feeling sick. Or feeling like I am about to get sick. I think I caught something on the plane. I could have slept another night away by not sleeping all night. Instead. I got up. I worked out with a dumbbell. I feel vigorous. (Not really.) I ran. The first 5K since before my trip. Puke. I ran slow. Aware of how fast it goes away. Quickly out of shape. It is not so much the pain of running that I love, although I do love the pain, it is the inner dialogue. 5K of inner dialogue. I feel a little better. Listening to “Veedon Fleece” by Van Morrison. Better still. Thinking. Tomorrow.
posted by Thea at 9:36 PM
March 21, 2004
It’s great to be back in (INSERT NAME OF CITY YOU ARE IN HERE).
I just flew in from (INSERT NAME OF CITY THAT YOU SPENT THE LAST WEEK IN HERE) and, boy, are my arms tired.
There is no place like home (WHEREVER IT IS THAT YOU CALL HOME).
I am home. I got back a few hours ago and have been decompressing ever since. I am dead tired. I really did not have anything to BLOG but I thought I should check and say that I was alive and I will be telling you about that life tomorrow on the Assholier than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea!).
posted by Thea at 9:21 PM 