The Game-Winning Daily Recap.

I was not in the mood to get out of bed this morning. I woke up past nine feeling tired, cranky, and kind of blah. I made myself get out of bed anyway. I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it. I donned my bathrobe for a while. I wasn’t in the mood to eat, but I had a plan, as I was going to stick to it. I ate. I futzed around for a while, and almost considered just not going to the Y. But, I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it.

Still raining. Went to the Y. Walking through the locker room, I saw the most perfect foreskin on his black guy. Er. And then quietly went about my business changing. *nods* Simply getting this far, I felt ready to haul ass. Went about machines at random. I have my favorites, but as long as I feel my arm muscles tensing at the end, I consider it a good workout. I’m tossing in more leg machines. Don’t want to be too imbalanced.

As has become my tradition, I ended with pull-ups. There’s something primal about pull-ups. In the past, maybe we had to hang onto branches and get up off the ground, away from predators. Doesn’t matter how tired or fatigued you are, you HAVE to lift your body up. For whatever reason, there’s a mirror in front of it. I’ll hang limply, stretching my arms, looking myself in the eyes. Tired. Fatigued. Maybe in years past I would have just not bothered. Not even boosting off the step-stool, I lifted myself up over the bar. First is the easiest. Let myself down until my biceps were horizonal, then lifted again. Two, and it gets harder. Three and I feel all the fatigue. I stopped at four last time. So I struggled and struggled and scratched out a fifth.

Grawr. *smiles* I’ll get back up to a dozen when the time comes. Remember, I’m able to do five when I’m drained.

It was a full shower today. I was reminded of something I noticed before. Guys look different naked. I mean. Clothes say a lot about ourselves. But more than that, we all look so vulnerable. In the weight area, it’s easy to tell apart the strong from the meek. Yet. Naked, I feel like I blend in. Or maybe that’s just my vision. *laughs*

Showering seems to rejuvenate me. Dressed, tossed the damp towel over the back of my neck to keep it dry from the rain. And off to the diner, a block down Route Ten. I got my Usual. Score. I have a usual. Burger, medium, no fries, tea. I use one sugar and a wee bit of milk. Strange. I actually like tea. Guess I was always too lazy to make it at home.

Whipped out my spanish book. I had something like three or four things to do. Tore through them pretty fast and I was out of the diner in maybe forty-five minutes. Can’t fathom how long it would have taken me at home. I managed to get the line with the lights out in my head again, singing the Nirvana lyric repetitively. I became inspired and wrote the poem I posted earlier today. I considered myself accomplished and.. content. I was tired, yet refreshed. So I let myself futz around. An hour til class, I decided it would be a good time to knock out the assigned listening stuff. Half-hour later, I was done.

I haven’t really reviewed any vocabulary in the past week, but my memory’s serving me well. She likes to go around the room and have us say stuff. I can’t fathom how she doesn’t cringe at the way some people butcher some spanish words. Some words, I can understand. Literatura is a pain in spanish because you pronounce every vowel. Heh. Other words, it’s clear my affecting a spanich accent makes a different. Anyway, I find it easier to think of the words off the top of my head rather than read them off a piece of paper. Or assemble the sentence as I go. I swear, I can’t fathom people struggling through this course without being able to translate what they’re saying. Because you can get through this course without knowing what you’re saying.

But, c`mon. Timmy knows better. I have loftier goals. We have our second exam next week. I’m excited. I consistently made the same mistake on the last exam. (I aced that exam, by the way.) All I really need to review is the relative locality stuff. I should remember my detras from my izquierda. Some of the many things I had forgotten but will now remember! Now I need to remember my encima from my debajo! What amuses me is that we haven’t even gotten around to using basic adjectives. That’s what I learned first in Spanish. Soy guapo y bajo! *giggles* MUCHAS BONITAS AQUI. Heh. Maybe I’ll add writing to Fernando to my list of things to do.

Ooh, one of the homework assignments due next week is to write a personal description thingie. I should have a field day with it. I’ll uh, run it past Mary first. I’m trying not to reach too far beyond what we’re learning, because I’m liable to use things wrong.

So. I drove home. Took out the grate and turned on the little oven. Went back later to see my mom had turned it off and put the grate back inside. ..So I took the grate back out and turned the oven on. *nods* I eventually had two pizzas in between writing entries. And here I am, writing my eighth entry of the day, inadvertantly giving myself a new record for entries in a day. That’s right, I’ve gotten seven entries in one day before. At least three times. If I’m a rat bastard, I’ll find something else to write about before midnight. HAR HAR HAR.