Today:
Woke up, washed up, brushed my teeth, walked downstairs, had breakfast, stared at the news, washed the dishes, iced my shoulder, walked back up, stared at my unmade bed, stared out of the window, made the call, went back to bed.
woke up had lunch went back to bed.
woke up again and wow it's 4pm.
It's unbelievable cause everything that went wrong seemed to have went wrong: D-day last week, the seminar shock (more of that to come), that I could've been in San Francisco NOW (oh my, a lot more of that to come) and then pulling my shoulder at gym on Monday. The latter sucks really bad because bad shoulder = no working out for a week or so = from (0_0) to ( O _ O ).
We'll see I guess.
The serial napping today helped the despondency a bit. Put my position in perspective and made some plans with regards to my life. Yes all this is done in the few hours in between the naps. I'm so proud of myself. I always told my teams that my working pace is sort of a "punctuated equilibrium."
The tragic thing is that more than half of my colleagues would not understand that, or even know where it's from. The other worrying thing is of those who do understand that, a handful of them would go crazy and start a "I hate Charles Darwin" tirade. One which I respond usually with "Honestly I don't think Charlie would care."
But the napping and day off did help though. The shoulder's feeling slightly better - maybe I could head back for some cardio and legs tomorrow. And great plans are afoot.
Like dinner plans. And the "roll back into bed plan."
( O _ O )
