I've Had Better Days Off, But the Day is Still Young.

[jamesq]

Slept for about 13 hours last night. Woke up late remembering the wisps of a surreal dream: Kristen Bell was aspiring to be a criminal mastermind, so she ended up rigging an explosive to Duke Nukem's heart. The trigger was attached to a dead mouse in her cat's food bowl. When the mouse was moved by the cat, the bomb would go off. It did. Despite that, she wasn't a very good criminal mastermind. Of course, I was dreaming about Kristen Bell and not having sex with her. If you wanted evidence that I don't have lucid dreams, there it is.

It took me a few hours to get rolling this morning but I finally left the house with a short list of chores for the day. First was stopping at a few banks to move some money around. Next was up to the Running Room to get a new pair of runners (I've decided my old ones are going to stay in my locker at work so I don't have an excuse to not run).

When I got to RR, I walked in ahead of some other fellow. We both walked to the back were the shoes were. Sales woman walks up and immediately starts helping the other fellow. Then they spend five minutes flirting with each other. Then he pays for his purchase.

All the while, I've become invisible to the staff.

When the guy leaves, the store manager (who rung the guy through) finally turns and sees I'm standing there.

"Can I help you with something?"
"Well, I've been standing here for ten minutes waiting for someone to help me find a pair of shoes."
"You're not with that other fellow?"
"No."
"We thought you were together."
"I don't know why you'd get that idea, since we didn't stand near each other, talk to each other or acknowledge each other in any way. I'd like a pair of New Balance 883's in 12EE if you have any in stock."

They did, and the manager was super obsequious in a way that never fails to gets on my nerves.

"Well I'm glad you waited around."
"The only reason I'm still here is because I need the shoes right now and can't afford the time to go to one of your competitors."

On the bright side, he did give me 10% off, assuring me all the while that this isn't normal (the initial treatment and the 10% off apology). BS - I routinely get treated invisible in sporting goods stores - the idea that a guy who looks like me would actually be buying fitness equipment seems alien to the beautiful people who've never had an ounce of fat on them in their lives. Fuck, even if you didn't know I've been a runner for ten years, you can at least assume I'm in there to try and turn my fitness level around. Everyone has to start somewhere.

I got out of there with as little talking as I could (talking just prolongs the agony) and drove down to Point McKay. From there I ran to roughly the Scout Shop and back along the river. This is an approximate map, if you give a shit. Note that Google doesn't know there's a pathway that hugs the river, so the exact path and distance are a bit off. At no point did I go down Bowness road.

I finished around 3:10. It was at that point that I realized that I had not had breakfast yet, so I went home, scarfed down about 8 points of food and went into the shower for a long, well deserved steam cleaning. Fuck I wish I had an oversized bathtub.

The depression is still in full swing, but I think I can actually be around people without murdering them, but I have a hair trigger today. Maybe some sushi will help. It's that or beer, and I'm driving so beer is right out.

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[ladyerwyn.livejournal.com]

Go for the Omega-3's. I think you'd be interested in the book i'm reading right now and have been telling people about all week. It's fascinating and contrary to what we've all been told our whole lives about diet by the "authorities". It's called "Real Food: What to eat and why". Also check out the video I posted on my wall the other day. It's all food for thought and may actually make you feel better. If you do I wouldn't mind discussing it with you.