Inside The Perimeter

It may be time to call a flu a flu. Fuck.

Seeing how it is Friday and I am not feeling remarkably better since this illness struck on Monday, combined with the incredible amounts of flu cases that I’ve heard about this Winter, I might concede that I have the flu. Even worse, this has zapped me of all my desire to run, especially when I have to go out in “colder” weather. When I first bought into following a training schedule for my half marathon I feared fatigue and repetitive stress injuries hampering my training, but never of this. I’ve not run since Sunday and there will be no time in my schedule today even if I was able to run.

Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.

Do I really think there is anything more profoundly true about my interpretation of the situation, now that I’m in bed, than there was when I was in the middle of it this afternoon?

To all who have helped me — Thanks.

The Next Best Thing To A Waffle Maker Is A Waffle House Next Door
When I found out that there was no waffle maker in the hotel’s breakfast room yesterday I did the next best thing — I walked to the Waffle House next door. And what did I have? A bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich of course…

I’ve learned that South Carolina still embraces smoking as a positive habit in restaurants as I was smacked in the face with smoke when I walked to one end of the restaurant to find a seat. Luckily I was able to find a seat far enough away from the smokers otherwise there would have been a different breakfast option for me.

ITP Flickr Pic
I walked around the western part of Columbia for a short while prior to the start of the career fair.

There was a small candy store with a couple of cigar-store indians out front. This is obviously one of them.

Goodbye I Hardly Knew Ye
Survivor Spoiler Alert
This week on Survivor we watch the Faves start to get busy on Valentine’s Day, I finally figure out who “Penner” is, and we watch Cerie break all stereotypes by swimming her ass off in order to find clues on Exile Island.

Armed with a machete and flint the Fans had all sorts of trouble starting a fire after getting one started immediately and then not being able to keep it going. This inability along with their shitty shelter causes an early riff between the tribe.

During the show we learn that Ozzy “like likes” Amanda while Amanda “like likes” Ozzy as well. Since we all know that Brach’s is too cheap to do a product placement on Valentine’s Day for candy conversation hearts and Ozzy wasn’t allowed to bring any with him to the island, I was hoping that Ozzy’s one personal possession was a condom so that he doesn’t knock up Amanda.

During the immunity challenge we see that Chet could use swimming lessons from Cerie and from the editing single-handily costs the Fans the competition. In what was probably the best part of the show, during the eviction ceremony Chet gives himself credit for giving up “for the team” while Probst delivers a smackdown putting him back into his place.

Some Fan named Mary gets the boot and has no idea that it’s coming. I love it when this happens.

It’s Going To Be A Taxing Weekend
I had already planned to spend a portion of Saturday gathering my 2007 tax documents so that I can march them to my tax preparer for processing.

Yesterday I received an email which sent me through the roof. For a short time in 2005 and 2006 I played around in a low-dollar investment club. Not being able to put the time in to research companies and finding that I wasn’t that interested in participating after all I quit. At the time I quit I wound up losing a small sum of money which I shrugged off as the cost of experience. Yesterday the email I received said that the group failed to file a form (1065) in the years 2002, 2005, and 2006 and due to the penalties levied each member is accountable for $250 per year for each year in which they were a member (regardless of the amount of time in any given year). What this amounts to is that it appears that I owe $500 dollars for the short-term thrill of losing a little money a few years ago. I am thoroughly pissed!

The ironic part of this story was that my booth yesterday was directly across from the Internal Revenue Service. I was going to joke with them and complain about the huge check I wrote to them in January. After receiving this notification there was going to be no joking in my voice, so I let the idea drop.

And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – certainly not upbeat — I haven’t run all week, I am tired and sick, have a million things to do, and now I owe the Feds $500 for some stupid accounting oversight. It’s a bit hard to find a silver lining right now… And I thought that I would be bitter because I had no one to kiss on Valentine’s Day. HA!
Current Music – My Alejandro Escovedo channel on Pandora
Website Of The Day – When I get time later I am going to read everything on the World’s Healthiest Foods. At this point it cannot hurt.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monthly Foot Mileage – 23.7 miles + 4 days of cold/flu
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – My car (just not to my office)
Monthly Marta Rides – 0

February Goals
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
3) Read at least one book

Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]