sweet merciful zeus
Sep. 6th, 2008 06:21 pmI am so fucking tired.
Working out should be reserved for days where you don't have to do anything else except be fed peeled grapes by the cabana boy. Oy.
After my fit of perky energy in the morning, I just wanted to nap. I've been wanting to sleep randomly quite a lot lately. Why, I don't know. It's annoying. But omg bed = worship. After my last post, I crawled over to the club chair where Brutus likes to sleep and snogged him for awhile. Then he left, and I actually just tilted over to pass out on the floor thinking, "getupgetupgetupgetup." It was one of those things where if you just sit there going lalalalalala the narrow window of opportunity passes and you spend the rest of the weekend annoyed with yourself for not getting done what you wanted to get done.
So, I went to the gym and had an ass-kicking weight-lifting workout. I'm still waiting for the post-workout energy boost, because I tell you I just want to curl up with Brutus and nap the rest of the night away.
Instead, I dragged my sorry squat-sore ass to the market and did our grocery shopping for the week. I nearly died from sticker price at the Gruyere. However, I also bought three thingies of the most beautiful local strawberries. They are gorgeous. Some of them will go into the strawberry cupcakes, but some of them will go straight to mah belly.
Then I lugged everything home, hauled it upstairs, and even put it all away. I would like my medal now.
I want to do nothing more than just pass out in bed, but Pete's on his way over and I suppose I should shower and get dressed so I don't look completely gross for our movie outing. At least it's a movie and not salsa dancing, right?
Blurgh. Must get ready now.
Working out should be reserved for days where you don't have to do anything else except be fed peeled grapes by the cabana boy. Oy.
After my fit of perky energy in the morning, I just wanted to nap. I've been wanting to sleep randomly quite a lot lately. Why, I don't know. It's annoying. But omg bed = worship. After my last post, I crawled over to the club chair where Brutus likes to sleep and snogged him for awhile. Then he left, and I actually just tilted over to pass out on the floor thinking, "getupgetupgetupgetup." It was one of those things where if you just sit there going lalalalalala the narrow window of opportunity passes and you spend the rest of the weekend annoyed with yourself for not getting done what you wanted to get done.
So, I went to the gym and had an ass-kicking weight-lifting workout. I'm still waiting for the post-workout energy boost, because I tell you I just want to curl up with Brutus and nap the rest of the night away.
Instead, I dragged my sorry squat-sore ass to the market and did our grocery shopping for the week. I nearly died from sticker price at the Gruyere. However, I also bought three thingies of the most beautiful local strawberries. They are gorgeous. Some of them will go into the strawberry cupcakes, but some of them will go straight to mah belly.
Then I lugged everything home, hauled it upstairs, and even put it all away. I would like my medal now.
I want to do nothing more than just pass out in bed, but Pete's on his way over and I suppose I should shower and get dressed so I don't look completely gross for our movie outing. At least it's a movie and not salsa dancing, right?
Blurgh. Must get ready now.
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Date: 2008-09-08 05:37 pm (UTC)I find that I usually get the post-workout energy boost within a half hour or so after exercising. But then three hours later, I'm ready to do a faceplant on the bed! (And if I increase the intensity to a level I'm not used to, I completely skip the boost and go directly to the faceplant.)
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Date: 2008-09-08 05:38 pm (UTC)I've definitely been doing a lot of face-planting lately. Does it ever go away? :)
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Date: 2008-09-10 08:32 pm (UTC)