It’s a blast from the past, using my old OpenDiary name. I needed to come up with something quick. It’s what I call my dating disorder. I even dug up an ancient selfie from way back when. My Myspace days. I thought I was such a scentser. I even had a second OD account where I made layouts. Dear Diary Layouts.
Here, I invented the bathroom selfie in 2005. Then pioneered Photoshop lol
I am trying to reclaim my OD diary before they close again forever. The problem is that I have to reclaim my old Hotmail email, too. I can’t even remember what I would have been whining about back then. I started blogging when I was 17. My Roarke saga is probably on there. My Tyler saga also. So embarrassing.
I went to bed feeling like today was going to be special. It isn’t. My cough is lingering a little bit. I’m very frustrated. Feels like it’s been weeks, but it’s only been 10 days. I wanted to hit the gym again this morning. I feel like I need to make up for lost time. Yesterday was back day, and I did legs the day before. Today would be chest. Because it has been a couple of weeks, I am only doing two sets of my workouts, but the second is to failure. I knew I was going to have really bad DOMS, so I was smart about it. I’m not feeling it today, however. So I feel thrown off. I need to run some errands before work. Mundane Monday.
My weekend was chill, and not just because my city is officially buried and in -20c weather, but because I took it easy. Aside from my return to the gym. I needed the rest, just wish I did it guilt-free. I can feel the school pressure creeping up. Midlife crisis thoughts also. I turn 40 next month.
I am debating whether or not I should stir the pot at work. Air out my grievances to my boss’s boss about my boss. We have ourselves a merry little crisis, but he is just fucking around instead of dealing with things. I’m dealing with it. It’s like he just waits for me to tell him what he needs to do to fix everything. Blah. We will see. He isn’t in today. I don’t want to feel like I am stabbing him in the back. I love him like a brother. He has ADHD, so an ADHDer at rest stays at rest until acted on by an outside force. Blah.
I do feel a lot better, though; this cough isn’t debilitating. On with my day then.
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