weeeeeeeeeee

So, it's 3pm. My entire hallway is EMPTY. It's just me and Patrick. And he needs to be here because he's paid by the hour. I should have taken this week off instead of last week. But there is work to be done on the diet and exercise front! I've already started logging all of my calories using FoodScan on my iPhone and it's easy and kinda fun. I'm at 786 currently, which is sorta bad news because I'm gunning for 2000 a day and I'm not sure I'm going to make it.

I was slightly nervous yesterday because the fun is now over for a time and I'm out of shape and I have a lot of work to do exercise-wise... starting tonight. Boo-urns.

Add that to havin' your head asplode just before bed, then calling to tell your friend some crazy news, and he responds with some other potentially crazy news (that pertains to me!) and needless to say I was tossing and turning a little bit. I was so amped last night that Jack was woken up from a nap to be played with... which pretty much never happens.

I tried to read, but that wasn't working. I'm reading The Corrections, currently, the 2001 novel by Jonathan Franzen, and wow. It's these kind of novels that make me realize that I can never write like that. You read some popular fiction and think, oh yes, I can totally do that. This, this I can never do. So good, so layered, so complex. The book sat on my nightstand unread for almost two weeks because I wasn't crazy about the first chapter, but luckily I had some slow spots on my vacation - because wow! Shaping up to be one of my very favorite books.

But anyway, I manage to drift to sleep at like 12:30 (maybe?) and then I was awake again at 3. I tossed and turned all night and finally woke up for good at 4:30. While laying in bed and staring at the wall during this time, I saw perhaps the cutest thing ever. Jack, after a week at my mom's, is always in dire need of some rest. He spends the entire time there thinking that the puppy deathsquad is just around the corner and he's just a wreck. He slept the whole way home, 90% of the day, and was instantly snoring when I went to bed. Around 4:00... he is snoring quite loudly, but suddenly he gets up. Stretches allllllll the way back like he's going to howl (so much that he's almost kinda grunting), does 3 circles, lays back down and conks back out. Snoring again instantly. From snore to snore was 30 seconds max. It was all very cute. I miss these things when I happen to be asleep myself.

So I get out of bed at 4:30... set to writing something that was on my mind. Took a fair bit of time. I had the brilliant idea to brew 8 cups of coffee (Starbucks French Roast - EXTRA bold) instead of my normal 4. 4 I can handle. 8... apparently I can not. I got to work, and was 95% positive I was going to vomit. I had to walk around to make it go away, and eventually once the caffeine dissipated, I was fine. I was thinking that I was going to be a zombie come mid day, but I'm wide awake! It's almost time to go home. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

This has been my super terrific interesting day.