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Well, I finally got back into the gym today after a week of at home work-outs. Only so many crunches and thera-band exercises I could do before I started to feel like a heffer. I miss running with The Hag and Piranha. At least I now only have 20 pounds to go to hit my goal. I would love to be 10 pounds beneath my goal, but I do not think it is going to happen as my muscle mass outweighs my fat mass.
I am feeling rather out of place. No apparent reason. I just know that the next six months are going to be insane for me. This is the last week I am going to have any kind of time off until mid-January. I am going to be balancing two shows, teaching 10 classes, working on club med, directing my very first show, and trying not to piss off my friends by not seeing them. Strangely enough, I have everything scheduled down to a T. The beauty is, if I get that full-time position, half of my worries are gone and I can breath a lot more. But since I do not foresee that happening...hell it will be.
But, I will be saving and stockpiling money (I hope) so I can pay off some bills and move move move. I am getting weary of life around here and of people. Not all of them, just some of them. As much as I love analyzing people in my own head and revisiting my old mind-fucking days, I simply don't enjoy it as much as I used to. Why waste my time on people who are just sorry and sad. And I mean that is the most rhetorical sense. Trust me, these people are sorry. I feel sorry for them because of the way they behave. I speak of specifically four people.
I am also really frustrated with things in general. Lately, I find that even the smallest things set me off. Not sure why. I feel confused, kind of. I have all these projects I am trying to complete and get started and not enough hours in the day. Again, it all comes down to the full-time position. A real salary, less credit hours to teach, benefits, and more time to do the things I want to do. I like adjuncting, don't love it, but I would like something with more permanence and stability.
Ok, I am getting out of Chez Pity Party and taking my order with me because I am starting to disgust myself.
Well, I finally got back into the gym today after a week of at home work-outs. Only so many crunches and thera-band exercises I could do before I started to feel like a heffer. I miss running with The Hag and Piranha. At least I now only have 20 pounds to go to hit my goal. I would love to be 10 pounds beneath my goal, but I do not think it is going to happen as my muscle mass outweighs my fat mass.
I am feeling rather out of place. No apparent reason. I just know that the next six months are going to be insane for me. This is the last week I am going to have any kind of time off until mid-January. I am going to be balancing two shows, teaching 10 classes, working on club med, directing my very first show, and trying not to piss off my friends by not seeing them. Strangely enough, I have everything scheduled down to a T. The beauty is, if I get that full-time position, half of my worries are gone and I can breath a lot more. But since I do not foresee that happening...hell it will be.
But, I will be saving and stockpiling money (I hope) so I can pay off some bills and move move move. I am getting weary of life around here and of people. Not all of them, just some of them. As much as I love analyzing people in my own head and revisiting my old mind-fucking days, I simply don't enjoy it as much as I used to. Why waste my time on people who are just sorry and sad. And I mean that is the most rhetorical sense. Trust me, these people are sorry. I feel sorry for them because of the way they behave. I speak of specifically four people.
I am also really frustrated with things in general. Lately, I find that even the smallest things set me off. Not sure why. I feel confused, kind of. I have all these projects I am trying to complete and get started and not enough hours in the day. Again, it all comes down to the full-time position. A real salary, less credit hours to teach, benefits, and more time to do the things I want to do. I like adjuncting, don't love it, but I would like something with more permanence and stability.
Ok, I am getting out of Chez Pity Party and taking my order with me because I am starting to disgust myself.
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