Since 5 pm yesterday, my life has been hilarious. After work I went to Marshalls and Target to buy more apartment necessities. Marshalls for the fuzzy no-slip hangers, and Target to buy lamp shades and Playing for Keeps. Well, I did good at Marshalls, but completely forgot to even look at shades or the movie. It dawned on me right after I checked out, and I was too hungry and too lazy to go all the way to the other end of the store to get both. I did buy things that I actually needed, like sponges, and body wash, detergent, you know, everything I need to actually look presentable and not dirty.
The rest of my night included picking away at the 8 episodes of Cougar Town I had on my DVR, making another batch of Chocolate Coconut Protein Balls (because my parents are obsessed and demand a new batch every day… okay small exaggeration, but not really), and reading 3 pages in my new book.
I was more interested in playing this game on Plenty of Fish, called “Meet Me.” It’ll select a user and you can either say “yes” or “no” to meeting them, and if you say yes, they get notified. I play this when I’m bored. My Dad came in and asked if I was on my laptop. No. Then he asked if I was on Facebook. No. Can’t a girl just narrow down her list of potential psycho creepy online suitors?
I woke up with an email from Jen Boss saying that there was a 2 hour delay until 10 and she’d be in after. I was pumped. I could go back to bed for another few hours. Then I reread the email again. Her kids had a delay, not me. That ruined my morning. So I continued getting ready and set out for a 4 mile run and half a mile walk.
Took my shoe off after my run, naturally of course, and realized my favorite pair of socks EVER were R.I.P. That hole appeared instantly. I’m devastated.
I also did something insane today.
Instead of a shake, I had eggs and toast for breakfast. Yes, you can pick your jaw up off of the floor, I had to as well. I microwaved 1 egg and 3 egg whites, doused them in ketchup and then enjoyed a Thomas Bagel Thin with orange marmalade on it. When my coworker walked in to our department, she said it smelled like sewer. Oh cool, just eating sewer for breakfast. I want to bring a carton of eggs to work so that I can quickly make these every morning
and kill a few minutes of work in the process. It’d be much easier than making it at home and lugging another container to work.
Also, any hoarders out there? I was wondering why my gym bag felt like a bag of bricks until I emptied it out.
I don’t even recall putting that stuff in there. Over time I must just keep throwing in more so I don’t die of starvation. My bag now feels 20 pounds lighter.
I’m craving an arm and ab workout today, hopefully hottie with a body
is isn’t there to distract me again.