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Counting yesterday, I have walked out of the house with the long size sticker running down the length of my new pants at least twice, maybe three times.  You know the one.  The one that screams “6 Ankle” or whatever the size is, alerting everyone that while you may have a fancy new pair of slacks you don’t have a mirror in which to see this knee length adhesive strip.  But whatever.  Work isn’t a fashion show, and if it were I would be like the guys that still wear baseball hats with the tags attached.  Then again, that used to be “cool”.  Size stickers on you pant let – that’s another story.

The reason I bring up the leg sticker incident is because that sums up my week.  I’ve been at work.  I’ve showed up and done what I should do.  But there’s just been a little something off, and that something has just been a glaring distraction since Monday (it doesn’t help that I focus on how “off” I am.  I’m not a saint).  Blame my pitiful lunches for it (Monday: soup, Tuesday: soup, Wednesday: soup and siaopao, Thursday: siaopao), blame my lack of sleep for it, but I’m going to blame the holiday hangover for it.  Not a literal hangover, but one where remnants of the events of that past few weeks have just drained me of most everything I would have to give to work.  The exceptions are checking FaceBook and my personal email accounts, I still put myself into that wholeheartedly at work.

Yesterday Zach and I started a workout routine.  Infomercial lovers will know it as P90X and it is definitely a butt kicker.  We didn’t make any new year’s resolutions, but we have been agonizing over our muffin tops and flag-waving underarms so we figured that we should put the workout routine we purchased last May to use.  We’re going strong at Day 2.  Ask me how things are going when day 6 or 7 rolls around.  But seriously, I’m really geeked about it and hopefully it will help me kick some tail at the 500 Festival in May.

The tree near our old apartment balcony

Since the year started, how many times have you wished it was summer?