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Friday, January 17, 2003
Well, here’s hoping that nothing major happens today at work, because I just don’t really want to deal with it. I went home at noon yesterday and read Neil Gaiman’s excellent-so-far American Gods and drank strong Echinacea tea with ginger & honey & lemon, and that seems to have done some good—but not enough that I really want to do anything productive today.
I just want to get through and go home, and kind of blob around my house for the weekend.
I am never going to manage to drag myself to Lloyd Center to spend the gift certificate I got for Christmas, I can tell.
Busy week at work, and, as an extra added bonus, I'm coming down with a cold. My boyfriend is now calling it The Plague. Perhaps I have somehow run across some of the "missing" plague samples .
The FBI says they "accounted for all those missing vials", so it's okay. I mean, really, people, it's only the bubonic, or Black, plague. It only killed 38 million people during the 1300s. It's no big deal.
because yesterday we went to the (new) gym, and I lifted free weights for the first time in nearly a year. Ow ow ow. I was ultra-stupid and did tricept lifts, too, so I hurt in all sorts of interesting and unexpected places. As a matter of fact, some of the arm movements involved in typing are causing little twinges of pain to dance merrily up and down my arms, upper back, and shoulders. Oh, how I hate the gym. My boyfriend keeps telling me that when I look in the mirror in a few months, all the pain will be worth it, but I'm pretty sure he's just making that up. While attending various gyms in the past, I never noticed any big difference, and I'm sure that that has nothing at all to do with the fact that about two months is the longest period of sustained effort I have ever managed to make. I mean, really, if you can't see a major difference right away, what's the point? I should just go for liposuction...
Bonus on Saturday! There is a perfectly-functional six-disk CD changer in the trunk of my new car, which is not listed on the retailers list of options on this particular vehicle. Which means:
a) The dealer didn't know that the CD player was there,