Ok, so I’ve gotten pretty much nothing done today. Bah. miles to Rivendell: 33.25
mutter
Any second now I’m going to get it together and … be together. Thinks to do today: 1. clean stinky kitty litter 2. write frelling FG timeline 3. write 1700 words 4. go biking 5. do exercises 6. dig out MD synopsis to retype it *mutter* 7. clean desk Heather’s miles to Rivendell: 12.5
rain rain rain
It’s raining. I sulk. *sulk sulk sulk* Ted and I had a busy morning! We went shopping and bought, er. Eggs, oatmeal and some yeast. And we went several places trying to find knee and wrist guards for Ted, for he purchased a pair of rollerblades yesterday, but nobody up here carries them in XL, and Ted is a big guy. So now he’s looking online for them. We stopped at REI, and while they had no rollerblade gear, they did have a nice salesman named Ben who told me…
thick fingers
Thick fingers this morning. Exercise and breakfast accomplished, if nothing else. I walked 4 miles this morning (go me!) and my feet didn’t hurt at all! That’s new and exciting for me! There were many, /many/ people out this morning. There’s a Team in Training for a lukemia fundraiser and there were about twelve million of them out, and then a herd of bikers went by me, and there were some random runners, and a couple of walkers like myself. They were all skinnier than I am. This is the…
more on the job thing
Well, I talked with my lead yesterday and she was very very surprised at the idea that me doing graphics might lead to Eric being out of a job. I hope she’s right, and that it’s just that he’s overworked (which he is) rather than my boss trying to put him out of a job. Maybe it’s just that I’m paranoid. :P