I keep reading books that end with the narrator lost in his own subconscious.
And not on purpose, either. They just keep turning out that way.
Meanwhile, in the "amibition or a girlfriend" department, today I joined the gym down the street from my office and bought some workout clothes. By the power invested in me through the guilt of signing a $500 12-month contract, I will force myself to go regularly. Actually, I've been meaning to do this for a while: I miss my nice live-in-the-city-and-walk-everywhere body. No visible difference, but flights of stairs are a lot more annoying than they used to be. (Weirdly, due to my habit of hanging on things, and doing impromptu pull-ups and gymnastics, my upper body remains in pretty good shape.) I've also started up a educational little project to keep myself occupied, but besides being geeky it's awfully esoteric, so I'll spare the details.
One more week until Rina's birthday. I wonder if I ought to mail her something? I'm no good at picking out gifts, though. Maybe a card and a letter.
And not on purpose, either. They just keep turning out that way.
Meanwhile, in the "amibition or a girlfriend" department, today I joined the gym down the street from my office and bought some workout clothes. By the power invested in me through the guilt of signing a $500 12-month contract, I will force myself to go regularly. Actually, I've been meaning to do this for a while: I miss my nice live-in-the-city-and-walk-everywhere body. No visible difference, but flights of stairs are a lot more annoying than they used to be. (Weirdly, due to my habit of hanging on things, and doing impromptu pull-ups and gymnastics, my upper body remains in pretty good shape.) I've also started up a educational little project to keep myself occupied, but besides being geeky it's awfully esoteric, so I'll spare the details.
One more week until Rina's birthday. I wonder if I ought to mail her something? I'm no good at picking out gifts, though. Maybe a card and a letter.