Dan rarely asks me this. I think it's mostly that he doesn't think to, because generally what I do is so boring/pointless and I will chatter about it for the rest of the evening anyway. For those unfamiliar with my routine (everyone), here's a rundown of today, Wednesday January 4, 2012:
Woke up about 4am. Sounds early, but since I rarely sleep a whole night through without medicinal help, I was satisfied. The next couple hours are devoted to surfing the internet and watching Turner Classic Movies (Pan Europe). I start to toy with the idea of going to the gym. It takes a few hours for the idea to take root and blossom into action, but it does mid-morning, so I head down to kill it on the elliptical and work my arms. I am a little afraid of getting Hulk arms, so I haven't upped my weight in over a month. After a shower and some more TCM Pan Europe (I don't care for Glenn Ford. He's a handsome enough man, but I much prefer George Brent), I go to the store. It's a brief walk through a parking lot, and the grocery store is in the mall. I have dressed like it's winter in a tank top, flannel shirt, and jeans, which is a mistake. It's 70 degrees outside, but approaching 80 inside the mall. I think building management works on the principle that since it's winter, air conditioning isn't necessary. They are wrong.
Now I have returned from the store with much more food than I intended (I went hungry, you know how that is), and I'm eating a pretty delicious turkey club on oregano ciabatta bread. The "club" part is turkey bacon, but on a sandwich it's acceptable.
(Note to Dan's former boss: Turkey bacon is not "just as good or better" than real bacon. That's a lie you told yourself because your cholesterol is high)
Forecast for the rest of the day: Dinner, with a chance of snuggling. Possible brownies.
Woke up about 4am. Sounds early, but since I rarely sleep a whole night through without medicinal help, I was satisfied. The next couple hours are devoted to surfing the internet and watching Turner Classic Movies (Pan Europe). I start to toy with the idea of going to the gym. It takes a few hours for the idea to take root and blossom into action, but it does mid-morning, so I head down to kill it on the elliptical and work my arms. I am a little afraid of getting Hulk arms, so I haven't upped my weight in over a month. After a shower and some more TCM Pan Europe (I don't care for Glenn Ford. He's a handsome enough man, but I much prefer George Brent), I go to the store. It's a brief walk through a parking lot, and the grocery store is in the mall. I have dressed like it's winter in a tank top, flannel shirt, and jeans, which is a mistake. It's 70 degrees outside, but approaching 80 inside the mall. I think building management works on the principle that since it's winter, air conditioning isn't necessary. They are wrong.
Pictured: Winter
Now I have returned from the store with much more food than I intended (I went hungry, you know how that is), and I'm eating a pretty delicious turkey club on oregano ciabatta bread. The "club" part is turkey bacon, but on a sandwich it's acceptable.
(Note to Dan's former boss: Turkey bacon is not "just as good or better" than real bacon. That's a lie you told yourself because your cholesterol is high)
Forecast for the rest of the day: Dinner, with a chance of snuggling. Possible brownies.
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