A New Week

I haven't written anything in almost a week. I'm not sure why. I can't use the excuse that I didn't have anything to say because I usually don't have anything to say. It doesn't stop me from writing, though it probably should. I guess I've been uninspired and feeling a little hermitish.

So what's new with me? I'm tired. Tired tired tired. Though I guess that's not really new because I'm always tired, it seems. But I'm extra tired right now. My entire sleeping routine is broken and I don't know how to fix it. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I don't know what time to set the alarm for in the morning anymore. In the olden days, I would set the alarm to go off just before seven. That gave me time to get up, shower, take care of the cats and then wait for Ken to get ready before we'd head to work. He'd drop me off to be at work by 8:30 and then go to his own office. Then he changed his schedule and we don't carpool anymore. I was still getting up at the same time but rather than wait for him, I'd walk to the bus stop and catch the bus to work, still getting there on time. I've been going in early lately for the overtime and I don't have a specific time I set the alarm for anymore. So I don't really know what time I should be getting up. Add to this Ollie's new routine of climbing on me at 5:15 - 5:30 every morning to start kneading and licking my face. So that's about the time I've been getting up. And it's starting to take a toll on me. I could fall asleep right here and right now.

I'm learning more and more about my stupid sciatic nerve. I was back on the steroids as I'm sure I mentioned here. That helped quite a bit... until yesterday. The nerve started acting up again and I think I know why. My desk is right next to the radiator and I like sitting with my legs stretched out on top of it. I've noticed that sitting like this for an extended period makes the nerve hurt. It's a terrible habit I've developed and it's been getting hard to break. Right now I'm sitting like a normal human being and it's making me antsy. I want to sit like I was, but I can't. Today at work it was feeling better for most of the day, but late in the afternoon it started twitching. That's when I realized that I was slouched so much I was as close to laying down in my work chair as humanly possible. I need to learn that I'm not 20 years old anymore and indestructible. Old habits die hard. I'm not happy about it, but I'm trying to actively change these bad habits.

And speaking of which, I've noticed lately that some of my old eating habits are trying to force their way back into my life. It's scaring me and depressing me and I need to put a stop to it before I start doing any real damage to all the hard work I've accomplished. Overall, I did extremely well with all the crap food that's usually around during the holidays. That's not to say I abstained, but I tried to keep the snacking under control. But lately I've been eating things I really shouldn't. Things I've had little trouble avoiding are screaming to me. Hell, I've managed to avoid Girl Scout Cookies since starting my diet, but in a moment of weakness the other day, I ordered a couple of boxes from a co-worker. (Thin Mints and Tag-Alongs if you were wondering). As tasty as they are, I don't need them. Sure, I want them. This week I'm making a concerted effort to get myself back on track. Wish me luck.

I have a date. It's kind of, sort of, almost like a blind date. Because of this person, I found this person's blog. Turns out he's a local boy. We got to chatting and found we have a whole lot in common. Way too much in common, in fact. We both work in the same area downtown, separated by three streets. Next week, we are officially going to meet in person and go have lunch. I'm really excited by this and not nearly as freaked out as I should be. But I have a whole week to get all freaked out, so I'm not worried. Last Friday we we kind of, sort of met in person, but it doesn't really count. I left work and walked across the street to wait for Ken to come pick me up. While killing time, I went to read Twitter and saw a message saying he was leaving work and walking down the hill. Immediately I started scoping out the foot traffic. Nothing... Then Ken showed up and I got in the car. As we were turning down the road, I saw him. Ken asked if I wanted to pull over and I said 'yeah' which freaked Ken out because it's so out of character for me. I rolled down the window and proceeded to ambush Sean. "SEAN!" I yelled out to him. I'm sure I freaked him the fuck out. Here's this freak screaming his name out from the passenger side of a car. I know I totally caught him off guard. As we drove off, I started to freak out that he had no clue who I was. He assures me that this is not the case and I believe him. I don't know who possessed my body Friday afternoon because that's not the shy and timid Walt that usually resides in it. :-) We tried to set up a lunch date for this week, but it wasn't working out. But we have one set for Tuesday, Inauguration Day at 12:30. I hope to leave the awkward Walt in the office and just bring the fun Walt.


(F)redddy said...

I coulda swore I introduced y'all! :-)

Are you going to run down the side walk jump up, wrapping your legs around his waste and sticking your tongue in his ear like you did when we met? THAT might be awkward...but I liked it...so Sean may as well.

Walt said...

I think you asked me if I knew him a couple of days after I discovered his blog via Kevin's. Considering how small Albany is, I'm surprised I didn't know him.

I don't know if it will be my tongue or something else I stick. I'll be sure to document it in photos, though.

erik98122 said...

You are a whore! I like that!

Kevin in Danbury said...

WOW I have never been given credit for something like this before...

I know things will be fine, just be the fun Walt the Hubby and I met in NYC and things will be fine.


Breenlantern said...

Don't talk about me like I'm not here!

I don't remember how it all happened. I remember (F)reddy asking me if I knew you. Then there were the anonymous sexual offers, the boiling rabbit on my stove and the edited copies of "[2]" Magazine with your and my pictures taped over all the faces of the "entangled" couples.

Maybe we should take things slow. First was the drive by "Holla' Out." Maybe next time you should just bump into me on the street, giggle awkwardly, then run away. Next we can share an elevator, etc. etc. and work our way up to a full fledged lunch.

Should we wear matching shirts? Have a secret signal handshake? Bring a karaoke machine and duet to "reunited"?

I'm all a titter.