Prosaic Paradise

Last week I signed up with a gym again for the first time in a decade. Last time went really poorly and they got lots of my money and I never went. This time I have a buddy and a better grasp of time management and money management and far less invested in what other people think of me*, so hopefully things will go better. It’s actually the same gym – Sportfit in Laurel. It’s convenient and their rates are reasonable. My initial trainer assessment is tonight. I hope she kicks my ass!

For a brief evening last week, Jen and Jack and I revived Pork Chop Night. Back when we were roommates, one organic roommate-bonding event we liked to have was dependent largely on Shake N Bake. When you’ve had as good quality roommates as I have, sometimes you can actually miss having roommates…

Oh and of course Saturday I got one of the last unadorned patches of skin on my right arm… well, adorned. The design was actually a last minute addition though as it turns out it’s taking up a pretty big chunk of real estate! I’d stare at it all the time if only I could stare at the back of my upper arm. More on that with pictures when I have time.

Spring Break? What Spring Break? Did that even happen? I’m in the hole by 3 days on reading livejournal and over a thousand posts on google reader. And I kind of don’t want to spend my beautiful weekend on the internet. Work has been pretty intense and soon I have three Chemistry tests in rapid succession. What’s a girl to do? How should I expect folks to read and comment on my blog if I don’t take the time to do likewise? If only I could read in my sleep. Ending is better than mending… I probably shouldn’t have done Brave New World on audiobook, eh?

Oh, and then Wednesday night I got home from running to the post office (next time if the taxes are prepared 3 weeks in advance? I better sign and mail them then.) to find that Nicolas was running back and forth to the litterbox, squatting, and not producing anything. This ended with us at the Ellicott City emergency vet staring into a microscope so we could see for ourselves the RBCs and crystals. Here he is displaying the malfunctioning parts. Ultimately, he just had the preliminary issues, not a total blockage, so we’re changing his food (feeding them separately is a giant pain) and giving him antibiotics and hoping.

* Much of the thinking last time went: “What if I look like an ass and I use the machine wrong in front of everyone and they all see that I’m a moron and then they drop pig’s blood on my head and laugh at me and I murder everyone!” Those are very discouraging thoughts to have before going to the gym, so I didn’t go.

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