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I have so much to say today, flist. SO MUCH. Important things and non-important things and random things and whatnot. I like the word "whatnot." I have so much to say that I can't manage to get my thoughts together to say any of it. Only that it is completely, thoroughly, a Monday. I'd forgotten what Mondays were like when you're employed and stuff. How is it that Mondays are so steeped in bad karma? What did you do to the universe, Monday, that it felt it had to pay you back by making you evil?

Sad.

In other news, I've started jogging. Like, in the mornings. As in, when my alarm goes off instead of going back to bed and being perpetually late for everything, I get on the treadmill and run until I'm deliciously warm from the inside out and gasping for air, and then I shower, and then I go about my day being on time for things. I don't know if you know what it's like to always be running a few minutes behind schedule, but it's sort of like you're always rushing to catch up with your own life, it's not pleasant. (My perpetual lateness is a marked change from high-school-me, who was practically OCD about being everywhere on time and would actually start freaking out if I was gonna be late home to tape The X-Files or something. I think I prefer fashionably-late me to weirdly-obsessed me.)

Anyway, the jogging's remarkably enjoyable. I've never liked running much because I always found it a bit boring and tedious and sort of like torture, but on the treadmill (which I acquired from malnpudl, who lets me just claim things that are laying around her house) I can just get on and go until I'm done going. It's sorta sweet. And I've got my pilates ball and my yoga mat and stuff right there so I can do my stretches right before and after, and if I should pop a few ribs out (that happens, when you're me) I can just stop running and use my pilates ball to put my ribs back where they belong, instead of wincing my way home before I can fix it. And ALSO, it's awesome. I feel so healthy. I mean, not necessarily after the extra-large super-sweet chai I just consumed, but WHATEVER. In general. In general, I am soooo awesome.

I'm considering taping pictures of Jared Padalecki being buff and Misha Collins being bendy on my wall in front of the treadmill, so I can keep my eyes on the proverbial prize. They're like my health-related life coaches or something. I can look at Jared and be all, "hey, if he can go from skinny emo teen heartthrob to super-beefcake, I can totally keep running for another two minutes!" and look at Misha and go, "Holy shit he's bendy! I'm sure I can be just a fraction of that bendiness." Or possibly I just want them there to look at. Whatever. You'd find it motivating to run toward that kind of hotness, too.

I'mma totally put them on my wall, and Jared will be my role model for muscles and Misha will be my role model for bendiness and in the middle I'll put a big picture of Jensen and on it I will write ROLE MODEL FOR AWESOMENESS.

In other news, I spent the weekend going insane. Just seriously insane as fuck. It was kind of awesome. I started cleaning and organizing things and just couldn't seem to stop. I'm not sure malnpudl is going to recognize her house anymore when I finally run out of energy. I feel very accomplished about the whole thing. I cleaned the kitchen and unearthed a food processor! And it's the perfect size for making my own hummus! Rejoice!