On my birthday last week, I had a really mellow time. All of the gifts were nice, all the well wishing was awesome. This week, I continued with the birthday extensions. I:
1) Got a new iPaq from Prime to replace the old one;
2) Got a german chocolate cake and spinach quiche from my mother;
3) Got a new tire to replace the other one going flat;
4) Gained two pounds continuing on my workout regimen;
5) Got a birthday present to jump out of a plane.
My laptop Prometheus and my desktop Hyperion are now suffering from acute illnesses. It seems that Hyperion's bootup disk has failed, requiring it to be reformatted. We think it's a virus.
Prometheus, my laptop, my tour-de-force, has a screen that, upon bootup, doesn't show anything readable. It's gibberish. Utter gibberish. Prometheus is going back to IBM for servicing. For the time being, it's using my work laptop, hereby called Bacchus. Bacchus does not have Dreamweaver, Outlook, or MusicMatch, so it's back to the grind until then.
Well, at least....
I got emails and phone calls from all of these beautiful, wonderful, special people who communicate well wishes and love.
I got cards, subscriptions, music CDs, certificates and movies.
I got love from everyone. There's more coming too, I've been told.
Thanks to everyone who made it possible, and for those who continue to make it a wonderful life to live.
This year has already been a birthday in progress, and this is the day of
culmination, of rumination, of appreciation... and any other -ation words you
can think of....
Love goes out to all, and this I really mean. Make some room for it. I gots
a lot to give, ya know. Stay tuned, for this is only one day.
I declare this week the week the beginning of my workout. You know, the one that should have started a year ago? And I know, I know, yeah, we've got a nice gym at
dic. It's clean and proper, has television and MP3 sounds near it, but when's
the
last time someone's actually worked out in that room?
*Sounds of crickets echo throughout the house*
Technically, the last workout was about 2 weeks ago, where MW and
I worked out and then promptly ate 4 slices of pepperoni and sausage pizza
from Pizza Hut. 5 calories
out,
100 calories in. You do the math. On second thought, never mind.
So I reach way back in my memory banks and decide to go back to Bally's. Why not? I've
had the membership since 1989 and at that time, they turned me into a Chicago
tour-de-force....with a nice ripped body. I couldn't dance but boy did I look
good. This time I'll add to the equation and get an instructor. If I have
to pay for someone to make me work out, then by golly, I'm definitely going to the gym!
I lost my cellphone (again) somewhere between work and home today. It used
to annoy me, now I'm just resigned to purchase a new one. I guess we should
also chalk up the iPaq too since I haven't found that either.
Update: I found the
cellphone. Damnit. On my chair at work, no less. Oh well- still haven't found
the
iPaq....
Sometimes slavery can be recognized, but utterly unapologetic. It makes me
incredibly tired just thinking about it. I won't even get into reparations.
I need more sleep. I think 20 out of 24 hours would suit me just fine.
My nephew's birthday is today.
Should I feel good about just working 8 hours a day and not having to work myself
to death--- leaving on time?! Something seems wrong with this
everyday scenario...
