Blogs before bed v.20.10.

Good evening, folks. Remember towards the end of the summer when I tried to whole "Blogs before bed" thing? Well, here's an updated, 2010 version for ya. Don't get too excited, but enjoy it while it lasts. Like seasonal beer. And Christmas.

I found myself in a hurry this afternoon. It wasn't a big deal and could have been prevented, but either way, I ended up having to rush to where I was going. I worked this morning and came home to an empty house only to waste time for a while. The house is definitely quiet when my parents are gone, but it's SILENT when they take our dog Maia with them. Kinda eerie. Anyway, I got back from work and ate a little lunch with the full intention of going to the gym after the food digested. Of course, the opposite happened, and I got online for a bit and talked myself out of working out by taking a time-out on my pillow with the lights out.

My late-afternoon nap was nice, and it turned out I needed it pretty bad, but I had the plan of waking up with plenty of time to spare. What happened? I hit snooze. Three times. My snooze is nine minutes long. You do the math. After knocking out half an hour of extra broken sleep, I made a cup of coffee and jumped into the shower. From this point on, I was in a hurry.

Anyway, the point I'm making in all of this is that it seems like whenever you're in a hurry, everyone else in the world is in slow motion. They're all on vacation on some tropical island sipping margaritas while you're plowin' through four feet of snow to get down the street.

One of the errands I had to run during this time of hurry included a stop to Target. I found what I needed, and tried to get to the registers as quickly as I could. Of COURSE, the rest of the store was oblivious to this and everything else in life, and nobody was following the rule of walking on the right side of the aisle. I finally made it to the line and got out, but not before visualizing myself in a real-life "Frogger" game where the people are the cars and the aisle is the road. Ever do that?

Visualizing is fun. I'm sure you do it. It's leftover imagination power from your childhood. I like to do it in my car too, when a hype song comes on the radio. I'll throw the pedal to the floor for a second and imagine a high speed spy chase. It's sweet.

Speaking of visualizing, how bout the torch ceremony at the Olympics tonight? I didn't realize Superman's Fortress of Solitude was in Vancouver! Or that it could catch on fire! Pretty cool though, ey? Funny, funny.

Anyway, this has been my first good ramble in a while, and it felt pretty good. It's been a fun week full of b'days, and Hershey's and Hallmark day is coming up SUPER-fast. I guess now I can say Happy B'day to my Mom as well, because it's officially the 13th, so, Mom, if you read this, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Hittin' the hay now, guys. State/UNC tomorrow, and lots more ADB b'day to celebrate.

Goodnight.
Drew