Twenty Minutes Until Lunch

I hope you enjoy the suspense of wondering whether or not I will keel over and die of hunger before I get to go on my lunch break in 20 minutes. You'll know I've died if a sentence ends abruptly.

Anyhoo. The roads in Houston are





Haha, just kidding. You thought it was all over, didn't you? Not so lucky this time. Moving on, as I was saying, the roads in Houston are horrendous. Considering the intense beatings my care receives on a daily basis, I'm amazed it hasn't fallen apart. I wonder if it's a problem if I am lightheaded after driving to work? Hm. Nah. The bit of road I am currently speaking of is the stretch of San Felipe between 610 and Chimney Rock. If you've been in the area lately, you know what I'm talking about.

New subject. Sometimes I wish I had a job doing manual labor. Nothing too difficult (like swinging a big hammer all day, no thank you), but something like gardening or landscaping. It would be nice to be outside everyday instead of cooped up in a sub-zero office cubicle. That's right, sub-zero. I sit beneath a giant (2 foot x 2 foot) air vent that blasts 54-degree gale force winds directly onto my shivering body. And I have this enormous window that lets me see people jogging down the street, taking a liesurely stroll, or walking their dog in the pleasant sunlight and cool breeze. The sun mocks me as it reflects off the building across from me, making me squint until after 1:00pm. That bastard. I guess I should stop complaining though. I have an air-conditioned room to sit in by myself all day, reading and doing my "budget," or surfin' the net. Yeah, I should probably be a wee bit more grateful for what I have. But I won't lose the dream!!!

Alright, so far, so good, only 10 minutes until lunch! Weeeeee! I'm considering going to the gym this evening. I know I should. If I ever have a shot at forcing Jeff into marital submission, I may have to lose a few pounds to trick him into thinking that if I look semi-decent, I'll look that way forever (not going to happen). I just hate going after work because it's so damned crowded. Also, I don't enjoy the girl that wears a only a sports-bra and stretch-y daisy dukes staring at me as I struggle with the machine she's waiting to use. I don't understand why she has to stand 3-feet away from me and stare. Why? I have 20 more reps, leave me alone. When I'm done, I'll move and then it's all yours! Jeez. Does anyone else have this problem? Also, the starer wears her hair down and is wearing make-up when she works out. I've watched her while I'm on the elliptical machine (this is starting to sound sort of creepy, I know, but she's a freak.) and she will stand in front of the mirror and re-pin her bangs out of her face, then check her mascara. It's sickening, I tell you!!!

Ok, well, I survived till lunch! I'm going to go eat now! Have a good day!