qui suis je

I need to make the occasional post in French. My instructor thinks it would do me good to practice some free-form writing. But, gah. They may have to be private because they will be at the mental level of a 5-year old.

Work was fine. Got the second draft of the case study in. Still haven't figured out why InDesign is being a bitch about this one graphic. Grr.

Left work for my French lesson. Got a random fucking splitting headache on the 5 minute drive over. Owie. But once I was there, it shifted to the back of my head because I was busy, goddammit. However, it was as always, a great lesson. Sometimes I feel like I'm making great headway, other days (like today) I feel like I'll be able to read this stuff eventually, but I'm never going to master it in conversation. I'm still so halting and awkward. Merde!

After the lesson, I started to drive downtown to meet Judy for dinner. The splitting headache had returned, in full force. I thought I was going to throw up. So I made a quick side trip to a convenience store to buy some advil and water. I chugged the max dose down and prayed for relief.

I was bummed, though. I don't get a lot of time to hang out with Judy for a best-friend's night. We're both busy and we mostly see each other in wonderfully crazy group events. We email religiously, but it's not the same thing. So...I didn't want a freaking headache bringing me down. But mercifully the advil did its work. We got our table and started catching up. It was very nice to hang out without the miasma of training hanging over us. No sweat, tears, or blood.

I whined about the weather, while she chortled. Both Jeff and Judy are solar-powered creatures who become annoyingly perky and energized by the sun, whereas I cower under the shade of flying birds and feel like I'm going to pass out. (I get them back by being irritatingly chipper when it's gloomy outside, though.) This started us on a tangent of what gives us energy. For me, it's my good friends.

( A soupçon of introspection. )

p.s.

I had 47 million diet pepsis with dinner, because if I don't have it at home, it's okay to have it late at night because the caffeine won't know how to follow me home and keep me up all night.

Ok,Iloveyoubyebye.

um

MATT MATT MATT MATT!

(very, very soon *shriek*)

perk perk perk

Christ, I can't believe I haven't posted about this yet. Jeff, maker of exquisite jams, has outdone himself with the most tantalizing plum creation known to man. The first day he gave it to me (he mentioned making it over a weekend, and I'm not ashamed to say I begged for a jar), I kept staring at it in my office. Then I unscrewed the lid. It smelled insanely good. Pretty soon I was eating it with my fingers when he came by and busted me. Dear GOD it's good. Good enough to eat with a spoon. His strawberry was my favorite before (and is still pretty fucking amazing) but omfg. I'm going to try to make something exciting with it. Because as much as I can just eat it straight, it begs to have something complicated done to it.

Now I need a spoonful. Be right back...

Anyhow. Work. Work was pretty fine. Still trying to improve the graphics on the case study and there are a few final edits to the text. It's the first one our department is putting out so I'm really excited to have the chance to do it.

Training? Training was pretty fine, too. Last week's session shook me up a bit. I couldn't understand why I was suddenly so weak. But it was definitely just something about that day (lack of protein, the heat, general fatigue). Tonight I was back to normal. Lots of energy. Pretty strong sets. I was telling Alexis that somewhere under the titanium-reinforced fat I can feel ...real, honest-to-god muscle.

Lunges are still Satan's finest work. And goddammit if Alexis never lets me get away without doing them. I could be on my deathbed and she'd make me get up and do three sets. Damnation.

But I was perky and energetic and that's always good. This is once again with like 4 hours of sleep. And I'm going to bed reallyreallyrightnow.

I did actually go to the grocery store and bought:

toilet paper
q-tips
chicken
bread
100-cal snack packs of wheat thins
light ice cream, Haagen-Dazs, S'mores
soy crisps with which to lure Jeff to my office (here kitty, kitty, kitty...)
sandwich for lunch tomorrow (not getting trapped again, goddammit, and plus we have a brown-bag seminar I think)
shampoo (forgetting that the QFC close to me never has the Pantene 'green' version I like, and so I bought strawberry Suave)