livonian

It got ridiculously cold today and, even now, I can feel that biting air, slithering its way through the openings in the windows and making the efforts of the heating system futile.
Time to bring in some extra blankets. Something about sleeping under a heavy blanket or under several blankets is so soothing to me. I think it has to do with the weight; that gentle resistance that a down comforter can provide will tempt me to stay in bed for god knows how long.

I think the more frequently I blog, the shorter my entries are. It's as if I have to build up things to say or write about before I make a new post. It's like starving myself. If I just continue to eat, I'll remain relatively full but can still cram in a small snack or two. But if I just refrain from eating, when it comes time to feast, my stomach becomes bottomless. That was a bit of a reverse simile that I didn't think through that well.

I was told by my supervisor today that, tomorrow, after I come in and make sure I get all my ducks in a row work-wise, that I have the rest of the day off.
And it scared me ("Omg is he mad? DID I DO SOMETHING? AM I GETTING FIRED SOON!?").
I'm still going to take it though. He also said he'd look into giving me next Friday off as well, which kicked my paranoia into overdrive. Still, I guess I appreciate it. After all, I recall him mentioning trying to get me compensatory days off since I worked over the holidays.

Lastly, that fitness kick? Yeah, it ain't kickin' off so well.
I'm just SO LAZY.
This week was supposed to be the start but when Monday came around, I just couldn't make it out of bed ('dem blankets!). I'll try again next week. Drag myself from the comfort of my bed and lace up them running shoes. I roll my eyes now but there are definitely times while I'm in my fitness mania where I feel proud of myself for pushing through the procrastination.

(if only I could apply that attitude toward fiction writing :p)