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Too much to do. Too little time.

My legs are still sore, as are my arms. I was glad that I didn't skive off from swimming yesterday, as I think it actually helped loosen up my muscles a bit--I wasn't hobbling as much post-swim. I'm going to go to step class tonight. Even if I can only march in fucking place the entire time, because I really want to get into the regular habit of going.

My flat is a complete and utter mess. I need to clean up because, well because I should, but also because Greg is coming on Sunday (*bounce*). And while he doesn't care if my place is messy, I care. And Emily might be coming over on Friday morning to hang out.

Realized the only time I've got to clean is NOW (which is why I'm sitting here journaling instead). Just started a load of dishes and am collecting garbage to toss on my way out this afternoon.

Meeting Judy for lunch at 1 in the U Village. Then we're off to buy me cross-trainers and then to Amanda's class. I actually remembered to finally call Jemma and tell her I would be late for dinner since the class is an hour long. Didn't realize she'd actually called and left a message because I let my cell phone battery die. Ooops.

I really need to do a thorough spring cleaning (um late summer/fall cleaning). I've just been doing surface straightening up and some quick mopping/vacuuming. Maybe Saturday morning.

Okay, so before I leave this afternoon I have to:

Put away laundry
Start load of laundry
Clean up clutter from bedroom floor
Put away the 4 pairs of shoes I keep tripping over
Make bed
Gather the forces of garbage by the door so I don't forget to take it out again
Straighten up living room (favorite task, as only takes 2 minutes)

Will put off vacuuming and mopping for Saturday when have more time.

quiz fun

So because I want to be just like dtaylor, I took this quiz.

The first results seemed mostly accurate, but there were a few things I was on the cusp about. So I took it again, changing a few answers.

Conclusion? I'm either a Roving Spouse or a Sex Bomb. But in either case, I need to be tethered down to avoid cheating on my honey. Well that's a pretty crappy assessment as I have no inclination to that end. But otherwise, they're both mostly accurate. I don't think I fear conflict that much as I'm blunt and obnoxiously direct. Not much for passive aggressiveness.

I also don't think I'm quite that charming. Oh what the fuck, I'm totally lying. I so am that charming. Try to resist me! Go ahead! I dare you!

( Zee Results )

fire bad, tree pretty

Today was busy. Good busy. But also, I'm-so-ready-for-a-day-to-myself busy.

Met Judy at Atlas and made the fun discovery that it's owned by the same people who run Coastal Kitchen, The 5 Spot, and Jitterbug. I love all those places! We brunched and caught up. It'd been ages since we'd had some downtime together.

Then we set out for Super Jock N Jill by Greenlake to get me some cross-trainers. It was a really good experience. Their staff is trained and knowledgeable. I tried on about ten pairs of shoes and ran around in them, marched up and down stairs in the back room and tried on arch supports, etc. Finally ended up with a pair which also happened to be the cheapest, so yay!

We drove back to U Village to get Judy's car and left for SM&B.

I'm not the most graceful of creatures, but seriously, doesn't it seem like if you hit yourself once, the rest of the day continues in ridiculous injuries? I hit my hand on a door. Ow. Then, while taking on the complicated task of opening the front door of the gym to stow some things in my car, I tore open a knuckle and had to sheepishly take my bleeding appendage to the front desk for a band-aid. Then i whacked my hand so hard there is now a large bruise on my palm. Then I hit another hand. I banged my knee on the ground while getting set to do some pushups. It was absurd. Hoping to make it to bed without killing myself.

Jeanne had free passes for me, so that was exciting. We were a bit early so Judy went over some of the basic steps with me.

Then the joy of class. I hate not knowing her routines. I hate that they're so complicated. It's annoying. I hate that I can't hear her clearly because the mic she wears is so loud, that I can't understand 90% of what she says. I hate that I suck at this. This is not a prelude to my ditching the class. It makes me sweat like a mofo and gets my heart rate up and I'm going to stick with it. But I'm going to bitch about it twice a week until I don't suck. So that means that I will be bitching about it for a very long time. Like forever.

I rushed out after class to meet Jemma and Anne at Brad's Swingside Cafe. It's one of my favorite Seattle restaurants and their Aglio Olio with Dungeness Crab is to die for. Or at least, to do aerobics for. It was great to catch up with them and since they'd never been to Brad's before, I had the added excitement of seeing them swoon into their pasta dishes.

I begged off after dinner and came home. Called Emily to say that as much as I'd love to see her, my flat's a mess, I'm exhausted and sore and really need the day to sort out everything before the next round of visitors. She was very understanding, happily. So yay for sleeping in tomorrow and getting all the crap I need to get done... DONE!

Now I'm going to get into bed with Hobbsie and R is for Ricochet. Sue Grafton is very much my guilty pleasure. I wish she didn't take so fucking long between books, though. Mrh.