Daily Recap for 12-8-5

I awoke this morning sometime after eleven. Sleeping in, without sleeping too long. Ate breakfast like I usually do. Rinsed my face. Donned a wife beater again to maintain core body heat. Grabbed some clean undies and socks and headed out.

Getting gas, the tank refused to accept to be filled. After three gallons or so, it overflowed. no, seriously, there was gas on the ground. I swear, that tank hasn’t been the same since I drove to Indiana. Don’t tell me I don’t know how much gas is in there. It wasn’t full. Trust me, I’d driven 181 miles. I always hit my trip odometer. Bleh. Maybe some other nozzle will like my gas tank.

Stuck to my Day 3 routine, consisting of deadlifts, compound upper body pulling exercises, a bit of abwork, and my outer hip abductor. Done after about a half hour, I headed upstairs to take a shower and dry off (and warm up) in the sauna. I may never do a single bicep or tricep curl again. It’s far more exhausting to use multiple muscles together. My biceps were dead by the time I did the seated lat row. Which felt nice.

Perfect day for the diner. I got the guy who’s been a little flaky, but today he was on the money. Remembered that I wanted tea to start. I didn’t even state that I wanted milk with it, but he remembered. Good boy. The one manager said hi to me. The one older waitress smiled at me. And the cute waitress said hi. *smiles* They don’t need to do that. But they do, because they like me. Far better than the fake HEY, HOW ARE YOU that you might get at a more flamboyant restaurant.

I slowly ate my burger and drank my tea while writing in my journal. Annotated my weight like I always do when I exermacise. As many have pointed out, water retention does cause weight to flucuate. But, through the ups and downs, I’ve been slowly gaining weight. Reminds me, I’m curious how much muscle weighs in relation to how much force you can apply.

I started in on the next book Alex gave me. Remembering that she wanted me to read up on limits and boundaries, I read the preface, then skipped straight to the chapter which was relevant. It’s just a book, not a class, I don’t need to memorize irrelevant information. Really, it’s not so much learning New things or New skills, but more taking what I already knew and framing it in a more organized and explainable structure. I found myself nodding with things that Paige has tried, and more importantly, with things I’ve already done to diffuse situations and otherwise prevent her from getting to me. I’ve already handled her not based on how she acts, but the Why of her actions. I was almost finished with the chapter, but then two tables filled up with Loud Teenagers. Isolated teenagers aren’t a problem, nor are old people. So I left a larger than usual tip and went on my way.

I had about two hours until class, so I decided it would be a better optimization of time to just chill out in the lab rather than drive home only to drive back. I’ve already done my homework, so odds are I’ll get to class a few minutes early and go over some notecards of verbs. Just prime my brain for spanish. It works. As in, I’ll go through and look at all these words, then not look at them for a long time. If a few days later I remember the verbs, odds are, I’ll remember them for a long time. I pace myself. There’s little point to studying constantly. Anyway, anything I don’t fully remember from notecard recalling, I’ll learn in class and have reinforced as class is a little more active than talking to myself.

Oh. Yeah, I’m in the lab now, though I intend to post this later. Hardly a recap if I post it in the middle of the day. *winkwink* I have a half hour left. Believe I’ll wrap up, urinate, and hit the water fountain.

Class went well? Next week is the chapter 4 test, and the week after that is the final. She’ll drop the lower of the four “quiz” grades, but I’ll take the test anyway. Tests are great practice for the final. : D

Why’d I think I’d have more to write about?

My dad’s buying my Aunt Gita a laptop, and he’s made a huge production out of it. He doesn’t know his Word™ from his WordPerfect™, let alone minor differences in technical specifications. You try explaining Maximum Resolution to someone that isn’t computer savy without resorting to the crude, “how big it is” explaination. The worst of it is that he wants Her Input, as if she knows jack shit about computers as it is. To her and him, computers might as well be “That box that sits on the floor.” (As Carolyn so eloquently put it once.)

I had fish sticks for dinner. Oh yes, gotta love my intellectual diet.