There just wasn’t enough to write about yesterday, unless you want to hear about my shin splints. They’re back, but why, I don’t know. I’ve been trying to build my heart rate back up to what it was before my four day hiatus on the elliptical machine, so please don’t tell me I’m getting shin splints from that too. I figure if exercise is supposed to be a lifelong commitment, then a measly four days shouldn’t make a hill of beans difference. I read an ad in the paper yesterday that said dieting to get rid of belly fat didn’t work because that fat was caused from hormones. Well, all mine got used up a long time ago, so what’s my excuse? I tell you…
Squid’s back. He’d just taken some time off. No, he didn’t come back with any lobster for me, either. I noticed he got his hair cut, though. It was more peach fuzzy than usual. I owed him an insult after this morning. I was discussing the article in USA Today on college tuition with Mr. Madison and Squid. Squid made the comment that if you went to a private college you were guaranteed an $80,000/year job when you graduated. After I got done choking on my omelet at that, I mentioned I had gone to a private college for my first
degree and I sure didn’t start out with that. Squid told Mr. Madison that was because back in the Flintstone era, my degree would have been carved in stone. I mentioned something about mine actually having been burned into two tablets.
Looks like I’m going to miss the reception at the hotel tonight. They’re serving wine with live entertainment; a guitar I think. I’ve got a meeting I don’t want to miss, so I guess you won’t be reading about it here.
I haven’t done my composing assignment yet today. Last night Confidante gave me a word to use in writing two bars for a song. You may recall he’s not only the handsome face of the front desk here, but also composes music and performs in public. He gave me the word “ice.” Now what was I supposed to do with that? I managed to come up with four bars of a,b,b,a but it was certainly nothing compared to his material. By the end of the fourth bar, mine had morphed into poetic humor. I might have an easier time of it today, because ice is what I’m feeling like right now with the air conditioning blowing on my back. It’s been so cold in my room I’ve had to go outside to warm up.
Peeping Tom, the flying ant, has taken a job for the summer as a window washer. He tells me it’ll take all summer on account of he’s slightly disproportionate in size to the window. The window? As in singular? Yup. Says it’s big too, but he thinks he can wing it. You didn’t see that one coming either, did you?
Squid’s back. He’d just taken some time off. No, he didn’t come back with any lobster for me, either. I noticed he got his hair cut, though. It was more peach fuzzy than usual. I owed him an insult after this morning. I was discussing the article in USA Today on college tuition with Mr. Madison and Squid. Squid made the comment that if you went to a private college you were guaranteed an $80,000/year job when you graduated. After I got done choking on my omelet at that, I mentioned I had gone to a private college for my first
degree and I sure didn’t start out with that. Squid told Mr. Madison that was because back in the Flintstone era, my degree would have been carved in stone. I mentioned something about mine actually having been burned into two tablets.
Looks like I’m going to miss the reception at the hotel tonight. They’re serving wine with live entertainment; a guitar I think. I’ve got a meeting I don’t want to miss, so I guess you won’t be reading about it here.
I haven’t done my composing assignment yet today. Last night Confidante gave me a word to use in writing two bars for a song. You may recall he’s not only the handsome face of the front desk here, but also composes music and performs in public. He gave me the word “ice.” Now what was I supposed to do with that? I managed to come up with four bars of a,b,b,a but it was certainly nothing compared to his material. By the end of the fourth bar, mine had morphed into poetic humor. I might have an easier time of it today, because ice is what I’m feeling like right now with the air conditioning blowing on my back. It’s been so cold in my room I’ve had to go outside to warm up.
Peeping Tom, the flying ant, has taken a job for the summer as a window washer. He tells me it’ll take all summer on account of he’s slightly disproportionate in size to the window. The window? As in singular? Yup. Says it’s big too, but he thinks he can wing it. You didn’t see that one coming either, did you?