Monday,
October 15, 2001

Weird Dreams, Weird People

Apparently I now have a unique way of shutting off the alarm clock. It went off around 6:00 am as usual, and I was still in that half-space between dreaming and full consciousness when I reached behind the bed, carefully disconnected the cord for the alarm clock out of the wall, got up and carried it to the desk across from the bed.

I have no idea why I did this. But it made sense at the time. . .

In any case, I have to make sure I get to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight -- tomorrow I start working out in the afternoons in the gym at work. "But Melanie," I hear you say, "what about your fitness room at the apartment complex? Isn't that sufficient?"

Well, yes it is and no, it isn't. It has all the stuff I need, yeah, but I'm getting bloody bored with working out by myself all the time -- it turns out that a lot of the Client employees use the gym, so at least I'll be able to gasp at someone I know while I'm trundling away on the crosstrainer (and I know from experience that I'm much more likely to get into a routine of going to the gym if someone else is going -- it worked like a charm when I was at UIC, so I'm hoping it'll still hold true).

Besides, it's ridiculously cheap and I don't have to sign any long-term membership dealie -- it's on a month-by-month basis. All I have to do is get tested on my flexibility and certain other things tomorrow (resting heart rate, blood pressure, stuff like that), and I'll be turned loose on a crosstrainer.

With that in mind, and since I got paid today, I stopped off and did a little shopping on the way home. Got myself a nice new pair of gymshoes, a funky pair of silver (and I mean SILVER -- reflective surfaces and all that) gymshoes for $6.00 and this absolutely gorgeous champagne and black striped outfit comprised of a faux jacket/waistcoat/dickey top with black trousers -- I feel like The Doctor in it. I'm moderately tempted to wear it to work on Thursday and call the Man from McKinney "Adric" all day. . .

And the Phrase of the Day:

"Bitch to me, not at me, please."