vegetables 40 hours per week

Seeeuuooooooooo.

Things are not going very well for me at work. This is rather like saying that things were not going very well for the passengers of the Titanic ’round about 1:45 AM on April 15th, 1912. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but really and truly, I am not a happy camper.

I don’t want to complain about it. I told BF the other day that I feel a lot like a ten-year-old sitting at a table where there’s a huge variety of vegetables for dinner, beets and broccoli and string beans and kale, and my mother is reminding me that there are starving children in Africa, but dear God do those vegetables look unappetizing. BF said that the vegetables were not what I wanted for dinner. I agreed, but protested about the starving children. He gently repeated that the meal was not what I wanted.

No, right now, it’s decidedly not. But while I still have to feed myself, it’s what’s in front of me.

Bikram again last night. It was fantastic. The teacher reeled off everything rather quickly for my taste, and we got done about 15 minutes early, but I was very hungry by the time it was over so it worked out. I felt wonderful when I was finished. If nothing else, it puts all the rest of the stuff I’m thinking about out of my head for 90 minutes. I’m going again tomorrow, probably.

I’m also working hard on my Tequila Sunrise Hat. That’s what I did, in front of TNG, when I got home last night. I’m worried that I’m running out of yarn, but I’m keeping on with it until it won’t keep on no more. I will post pictures when I’m done.

There isn’t much else going on for me to talk about. The two big topics that my mind is running into the ground are work and Bikram, work and Bikram. I can’t go on about those eternally, so I’m just going to let go (lightly) until something else to talk about crops up.