That’s right, it’s a morning post! The sun is actually out (or at least I’m assuming it is out somewhere behind the piles of dark grey clouds outside) as I write this.
There’s not very much that’s new in my life. I’m quite busy at work. I really love that it lets me make use of my minimal OCD-ness. I’m really only OCD at work, although my parents are really hoping that maybe my need for everything to be in a certain place and done a certain way will translate into my room getting put in order and my boxes unpacked. I’m not sure why it’s so difficult for me to unpack. Maybe it’s because I have moved so many times, I just am leaving stuff packed because subconsciously I’m expecting to move again, and what would be the point of unpacking in that case? (Wow, that’s a terribly constructed sentence, and yet I refuse to fix it. I’m just that kind of rebel.) Anyway, work is pretty fun and on occasion slightly gross. I like that while there’s the structure of routine, I’m getting different specimens to sort every day, so I never get very bored. This is a good thing, because I get bored quite easily.
I’ve been working out almost daily (usually M-F with breaks on the weekend). I can tell my clothes are fitting much better. I haven’t had a chance to weigh myself in a while, so I have no idea what my weight actually is currently. Therefore, I’m labeling my weight as “Less-Fat.” I’m still fat, just not as fat as I was. I’ve been using the Leslie Sansone walking videos to work out. I do anywhere from 1-3 miles a day. It all depends on how awake I am and whether I get to go to work at regular time, or if I have to leave and hour earlier for work (car fun, which has led to sharing of vehicles, which means I usually end up at work 1.5 hours early. This is okay, though, because I’m getting lots of reading done!)
I got a new betta this weekend. My last betta, Elvira, passed away while I was at school last fall. She was living here at home because I wasn’t sure she’d survive the 8 hour drive to Grand Forks. Anyway, the new betta is a really beautiful blue color, and kind of looks like the eye of a peacock feather. I had a terrible time not bringing home all the bettas at the store. I know they’re a little fish, but it seems kind of inhumane to keep them in those itty-bitty little cups. It makes me quite sad. Enough with the sadness. My new betta is named Perseus Jackson or PJ (for short). I figured that naming a beautiful fish after the son of Poseidon could only help it survive! Now, I’m just wishing I could figure out how to take a good picture of him.