Blurred Goals April 11, 2003 - 7:19 p.m.

That job that my mom arranged... the one where I've not worked yet, the one where I've not met anyone yet... has already asked me to work a full weekend out of town. They don't even know if I'm the slightest bit capable, yet they're giving me more hours. I haven't even talked to anyone, yet I have additional work.

Things are just odd.

I actually exercised today. That's majorly odd. But I'm proud of the fact that I finally got off my ass and did it, instead of simply saying 'I'm gonna start exercising'. It's just one of those things that I feel like I need to do, in order to develop a routine. Routine aids in rut removal, right? [Holy alliterations, Batman!] Besides, I'm losing that high school waist. Only slightly. But it's best to fix it now before it gets worse.

As well as my exercises, I got motion sickness while lounging in a recliner. Turns out 'Herdy Gerdy', the PS2 game, causes motion sickness in useless females. I barely made it past the first stage, where you do nothing but collect bells, before feeling like I was going to hurl.

Am I a glutton? Will I attempt to play it again? Probably. If nothing else, I have to play it, just for the fact that it would be a waste of money to have the thing and not play it.

The swirly room and wooshing stomach declared that I lie down for a bit. Which caused me to fall asleep. And here I thought I'd already adjusted my sleep schedule to something resembling normal.

Chris came home from work bearing much food, including orange sherbert, as well as Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Widescreen. Just for me! I'm so spoiled.

Oh, and I maintained that mom-free day... until about an hour ago. Eh. It was peaceful while it lasted.

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