Posted by David
on Feb 14, 2007 in Upside-down Hippo
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Hello, hello! Happy Valentine’s Day to my only true and faithful readers, the spambots. Ha ha, sike. I know you’re out there, true and faithful readers, even though my commentary system is still broken. Do you want to know how I know? Strong enough for a spambot, but made for a woman. Think about this.
What’s up with you? What’s up with me is that I am getting carpal tunnel syndrome, and our house is getting painted this year. That is, the job was started this year–last week–and it may actually get finished this year, although I am assured that two thousand eight is also a good year to finish painting a house. But I lied, the whole house is not getting painted, only the first floor. Actually, after I paid someone to paint the first floor, he expressed no small amount of shock that I also referred to the dining room, trim, doors, and ceilings. I may be about to find out whether carpal tunnel syndrome gets better or worse from brandishing a paint roller.
So anyway, in honor of Valentine’s Day and the fact that I have very little other news to report, I thought I would play a little True Confessions. I hear this is good for the soul, which is nice, but I’m really aiming for some benefit to the complexion.
1. Even though I am convinced it is vitally important to the health and security of our nation, I have decided to forego following the Libby trial in favor of immersing myself in “Top Design.” As of yet, “Top Design” does not appear worthy of this honor, but my only alternative is “The Sarah Silverman Program,” which I find perplexing.
2. I have been biting off the calluses on my hands that are a result of working out at the gym. This makes them grow back even more callusy than before, but I can’t help myself.
3. I haven’t gotten as much work done this week as I have wanted or needed to. Usually I get up early and work at home, then go to the gym or various appointments, and then go in to work at work. This week, I’ve been getting up early and playing a new game called Drops, for which I have been rewarded by approximately eight best score positions of the top one hundred worldwide. Between games of Drops, I check email and do pull-ups and drink protein shakes, but my mind just won’t activate the way it should to accomplish anything else. The fact is, I’m burned out and need a break, but since that’s not on the horizon, I have been coming home from work in the evenings and doing that which I have not been doing in the mornings. Maybe all of these issues would be solved if I lived in a Dyson sphere.
4. I use a dishwasher.
5. My home printer has needed a cartridge for most of a year, and I have never gotten around to replacing it.
6. I am avoiding taking certain people at work to task both because I have recently lacked the energy to do so, and because I secretly hope that the situations will resolve themselves even though they actually appear to be getting worse.
7. Matt Damon has me on speed dial.
8. I have lately been putting off giving Goblin her morning walk until noon.
That is all.