Well...

I got my explanation.

Kinda.

Suffice to say I was dumped.

I still say I'm on the DL but I'm up for batting practice. I have a date tomorrow night. If nothing else comes of it, I missed out on the gym but got to have dinner outside of the apartment.

Dinner tonight:

Quinoa mixed with lemon juice, dried cranberries, and mandarin oranges. Yummy. Oh yeah, and a beer.

I'm on the prowl for more recipes for quinoa.

EDIT:
I found and made a recipe using black beans as a major ingredient. It tastes like a chili. Yummy! I have lunch for tomorrow and have found a cheap side (or main) dish to add to my r'epertoire. Hooray for healthy food!

Just 'cause

1. Gossipping ::
girls

2. Misplaced ::
items

3. Spaceship ::
sweet

4. Ignore ::
me

5. Bodily ::
functions

6. Tweezers ::
silver

7. Goodnight ::
moon

8. Curls ::
CJB (she had the prettiest ringlet curls when she was 2 or 3)

9. Faucet ::
drip

10. Right? ::
left? Sideways!!

http://subliminal.lunanina.com

I like the idea of lists. It's a good way to clean out your head; get the things that have been rattling around out on to paper where it will sit in peace. It's nice to cross items off of a list. It's disappointing to see things not get crossed off (or watch the thing grow, seemingly out of control) but it's a visual reminder that I tend to need at times. I've noticed that I work with piles, it annoys me but apparently I operate ok with them. I have a nifty little stack o' stuff on my desk at work right now. I go through it about once a month and try to figure out what gets filed, round filed, or left there 'cause I'm not sure where it should go.

I found this particular list through her site. I've been going to the spinning classes at my gym for more months than I thought I would. Biscuit teaches this form of torture in her neck of the woods. I enjoy hearing about the class from a teacher's perspective. Biscuit is a mini-hero of mine because she rides a real bike as well as a 'spinning' bike. I'm too chicken to go out on a real road. I have this thing about my perceived lack of balance. Asphalt and physics can make for a neat combination of pain and road-rash. Between Biscuit, my friend Hover and my enjoyment of spinning; I'm actually thinking about seeing what it takes to get certified to teach spinning. I have no idea if I will actually do this, it could sit in my head like my ideas of moving back to the great northwet or joining the USNR or getting another tattoo.

Maybe I should make a list of what to do first.

No words.

I just found out that the child of a good friend of mine has been diagnosed with autism.

Err...

I filled the prescription the doctor gave me. It's got a fun-looking dosing schedule. I'm still debating on taking it or just waiting this thing out.

I want to say...

I quit. I give up. I don't care anymore.

But I can't.

This may not be the right game for me but I'm too stubborn to throw in the damn towel. They say that good things come to those that wait. I also know that you have to work for what you want. Sometimes I wonder if you can work or talk yourself right out of the opportunity. So, where is the middle ground? Is there a middle ground? There has to be. Right?

Maybe I'll do like Brynes-ie has done and have myself a seat on the DL for awhile.

Eustachian Wonders

I may have some inner-ear issues but that's no excuse for how insanely sensitive the right half of my head is feeling lately.
You should not be able to feel the tube in your ear or how it connects down towards your throat. There's other related issues but I'll leave it at that. Guess I'll be going to the great warehouse club down the street and filling my scrip tomorrow. Great.