Oh, yeah, I’m supposed to be writing every day or something (per my own silly rule). Instead, I spent today going on another terrible run, seeing a really fun movie destined to not stay in Ottawa theatres long (boooo), and getting checked out for the first time in living memory (it might happen all the time, but I never, ever notice – nor did I today, Richard had to point it out that some lady did a double take of my butt).
Now I want to focus on a) having a beer, b) eating some cheese, c) making this, and d) watching ‘Bob’s Burgers’.
Slept in as much as I could this morning because of my (terrible) long run yesterday and going out to play Euchre. (I left the house to go to the pub at the time when I went to bed the previous night. Yikes.)
So, welcome to another cop-out blog. Since I’m at work already and have a pile of stuff to do, I’m going to do a long-neglected lesson/tool/whatever in writing, a brainstormed list of 10.
Right, ten things I won’t miss about summer:
Seeing shirtless dudes wearing backpacks.
Cicadas singing so loudly that sleep is a challenge.
Ingrown hairs due to having to step up the grooming of lower body.
Worrying said ingrown hairs could actually be flesh-eating bacteria.
Lamenting that Sports Illustrated swimsuit models don’t have to worry about such things as they have personal body scrubbers/waxers/Photoshop artists.
Not being able to curl up under a blanket to sleep.
Feel itchy when I don’t post here, so here’s some boring news:
Went out and bought some more motion-controlly running shoes this morning. I have been going for very short runs lately, trying to focus on making sure that every toe touches the ground in a step because I have been overpronating to a point where my right foot sticks out at an almost 45° angle, which means my knee gets stressed, and my hip seizes up. Good times.
The reality is that I should probably have orthotics. But I am being a stubborn, cheap idiot. With very garish shoes.
In unrelated news, here is a baby echidna (they are called PUGGLES OMG). What funny little beasts they are.
I’m so close to a year of daily blogging, but I am really bloody phoning it in this week. Sorry about that. Publication week is often mad, but this time around, it’s turned me into a useless zombie outside of work times. There is so much to do that I don’t know where to begin. Continue reading