Laundry Night

I had a reprieve from the opera rehearsal hell for a night, so I figured I should try to get my laundry done.

I did all of my workouts earlier-than-early this morning. I ran 3.1 miles, led a 45 minute Spinning class, lifted weights, and then ran another 3.6 or so miles-- all by 7:40 in the morning. Somehow though, getting up at 4:22 this morning didn't hurt all that badly. I took my required nap in the afternoon, but other than that weakness, I managed the day without crashing.

Anyway, since I was free of both flute and training obligations tonight, next up was the deterioration of the organization in my closet-- first step, do laundry.

I actually like doing my laundry. It's relaxing because I get to wear my 'favorite but too torn up to wear regularly' jeans, then I let the laundry do its thing and sit at Panera with soup and a bread bowl and the internet... and no guilt about wasting time doing nothing online. Sure, I should be doing reading for my various BORING AS ALL HELL classes, but I'm giving myself the night off since I spent my entire weekend trapped in an opera pit. Tomorrow, back to the grind- out of necessity- because I have to give a presentation in class on Wednesday.

Anyway... so I started my laundry and proceeded to put money the in the wrong machine. So an empty machine just went through a complete wash cycle. And of course I didn't realize until I went back to put the clothes in the dryer... and discovered one load was still dry and definitely not clean. So now my clothes aren't on the same cycle (one being ready to be dried and the other still stinky with sweat)-- $2.00 in quarters and 34 minutes of my life wasted. Annoying, but it could be worse. The friend I was talking to on the phone told me 'That's what happens when you smoke pot before you do your laundry.' I'll have to heed that advice in the future.

I broke down and ate a brownie at Panera... which I wouldn't feel bad about at all, except that it wasn't as good as it looked. Is it too much to ask that when I splurge on calories, what goes in my mouth is actually worth the transgression? The chicken noodle soup in a bread bowl was good (carb heavy, I know, but I have to be ready for my 2 hour bike ride and hour swim tomorrow... I can't live off of rabbit food anymore), as was the iced tea, but I don't recommend the 'Very Chocolate Brownie'... just in case you were wondering. Save your calories, spend them elsewhere. Maybe carrot cake... ?

So, this post is especially banal today. I won't go on with the boring schedule and rambling nonsense; I just wanted to give a quick update as to what is and isn't going on in my little section of the Garden State.

Thanks for all of your encouraging words about the drama of my last post; I'm not sure exactly where I am with all of that, but I'm sure I'll figure it out soon enough. I'm going about my daily life and not obsessing about what I did right and wrong, so that's a good-sized step in the so-called right direction. I'm a little bored in general and wish I had some company, but one can complain about any situation, so I'm going to attempt to refrain from bitching about this one.