read, write, repeat.

As I’ve said before, Tuesdays are rough. I always try to wake up with a sunny disposition, ready for the day ahead, but things always seem to go wrong on Tuesdays. So far, the following fails have occured:

I was tossing and turning all night long (thanks, indecently hot weather!), and did not feel at all refreshed when my alarm went off at 6:30 this morning.

Because I dragged my ass downstairs as slowly as humanly possible, I cut into my morning workout time and did not have enough time (or motivation) to do Jillian’s No More Trouble Zones. I did level 3 of the 30 Day Shred, but feel angry and annoyed with myself. I feel like I copped out. I’ll probably go for a run later, because I don’t feel like I worked out very hard at all.

After that, I decided against having a smoothie. There was a distinct chill in the air, and I thought, hey, why not try to turn your tuesday around, and make the best breakfast ever? Despite having made these approximately 1000 times before, they were a fail. They were really thin in the pan and crumbled and fell apart. Plus, I usually buy Nuts to You Nut Butter Organic Peanut Butter, but right now I only have Kraft 100% Natural. Gross, and so not the same. It has a weirdly runny texture, and I feel uneasy because I inherently distrust Kraft products, especially when it comes to peanut butter. Plus, why is it so runny? This is a major issue for me. I can’t spread it on bread, I have to drizzle it. Yuck.

So, as I sat eating my half-burnt, half-raw, mostly falling apart breakfast, I was struck with yet another brilliant turn-my-day-around solution: watch Arrested Development. I started watching it earlier this summer, and then promptly forgot about when things got a little busy. Lucky for me, I still had 2 episodes to go. After getting through 1.5, I realized that I had to depart. And so, I have 15 minutes of unresolved Bluth-ness left. I am now desperate to know what will happen.

I am also currently starving. I thought, since I was having what is usually a filling breakfast, I wouldn’t need a morning snack. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I am currently contemplating gnawing my own arm off. 

However, one must always look on the bright side! For instance, I have 15 minutes of Bluth-joy to look forward to upon my arrival home! I will also be going grocery shopping, an errand I find strangely fun. Not so fun are the anticipated tasks of doing about 5 loads of laundry and cleaning my room (it’s bad - I had to hunt for 20 minutes to find underwear this morning. your room should, I feel, not resemble a jungle safari.). But! Pretty Little Liars tonight! There are some things right with the world.

With any luck, once I have accomplished those task, I will be able to get some writing done! Also, I might buy a Lindt chocolate bar. I feel those two things might go well together…

Seriously, though, I feel like I have had no time to write lately, and it’s bothering me. I’m either working out, at work, doing chores, or at home, exhausted, lying on the couch. Also, my book sucks. I really want to make another trip to the library, but I am determined to finish the three I have left first. The one I am currently working on is Linden MacIntyre’s The Bishop’s Man. It’s not bad. It’s just not interesting. I can’t believe it won the Giller Prize, frankly.

Ugh.