I don’t have much love for the world today. I’m not going to discuss details but here were some alternative titles for today
- If I Was The Last Man On Earth I’d Be Marooned On An Island Of Lesbians
- So This Is What It’s Like To Be Nocturnal
- Holding Onto Happiness Is Harder Than Holding Onto Jello
I am pre-writing today’s blog because I gave up on returning to sleep after an hour and a half of lying in bed (as well as lying to myself that I was tired) and figured that by the time 8:00am rolls around I will be more than half asleep, that is if I get any sleep between now and then.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
“What do I want to do in life?” “What is my purpose?” My assumption is that I have a reason for living, that my life has a direction. But maybe we are not moving in one direction any more than history is. The assumption that I am headed toward something makes me want to justify my past actions and plan out (eliminate) the future. The reason I don’t want to drive, wait in line, run errands, etc., is that in the back of my mind I believe I have a destiny and that therefore this mundane task is a wast of my time because it does not contribute to the “important work” I have to do before I die.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
I Got A Lot Of Sleep, Just At The Wrong Times
I can blame a portion of this weekend’s abnormal sleep pattern on whatever illness I was fighting, a portion on the illness I fight constantly known as depression, and a good portion on beer.
The prose that you are currently reading was typed at 2:05am EST as I listen to an Edmonton Canada band The Wheat Pool play an amazingly sad, yet hauntingly beautiful country song called “Neil Young” through my speakers
You are just a dreamer and I am just a dream’,
Neil Young still remembers what it’s like to be 18.
And sometimes I remember,
all the reasons that we made each other scream.
I’ll probably listen to this another ten times as I write this blog only to decide that I should buy their music when I awake tomorrow.
This One Went To Eleven
As scheduled I ran a whopping eleven miles this weekend — not all at once of course. I enter the second week of training having run three miles on Friday to make up for Thursday’s miss, and three and five milers as scheduled Saturday and Sunday. Today I return to “strengthening and stretching” two things I should probably do a little more often regardless.
So far I think that the training is going well. Yesterday’s five-mile affair was a little unsuccessful because it contained a few too many walking breaks and I accidentally stepped in a whopping pile of dog shit — not that a whopping pile of cat shit would have been much better mind you.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – trying to remember what it’s like not to be able to crank up music at 2:00am because I have to worry about someone else
Current Music – The Wheat Pool — “Neil Young”
Website Of The Day – I forgot one this morning so I’ll blame it on Sleep Deprivation.
Exercise (b)Log – running, 3 miles; running, 3 miles; running/walking, 5 miles
Monthly Foot Mileage – 18.5 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 202.5 pounds
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car
Monthly Marta Rides – 6
1) Run no fewer than 50 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than sixteen times (eight round-trips)
3) Read at least one book