Here's a boring post...

So today begins my first official "I don't know what to write about" post for the new year. I'm working diligently on creating a cache of posts, ranging from aerospace to scholastics to home renovation. There's the series on cooking that I want to start, and the one on the history of the Space Race and how it parallels current events. I'd like to start doing some research for my graduate program (wherever that's going to be). I have two books' worth of short story ideas floating around in my head, along with the new further adventures of Glenn Everett (this name will probably change). I need a separate day every week just to write. I like to call it "Writeday", and it goes between Monday and whenever.

I'm sitting here on the bus typing this, and it occurs to me that I really need to keep a lint brush in my bag. My good jacket is black worsted Old Navy something-or-other, and it is a cat hair magnet. I'm only slightly embarrassed.

One of the things that always astonishes me is the way that my body falls in line with just the slightest bit of exercise. I ran Sunday, yesterday, and today. I've started in on the 5BX program which is slaughtering me. Not that I mind, though. I have truly come to believe that my performance, whether at school or at home, is directly related to how much and how effectively I exercise. Anyway, I realize that with just three days of running and calisthenics I can feel my body begin to tighten up. I'm hungry, I sleep better (already), my mood is more mellow, and I just generally feel better. I can't believe how quickly my body springs back into shape.

We still haven't gone grocery shopping. This is bad fo three reasons. First, we keep eating out for dinner. I don't think I have to tell you what a major pain in the neck that is, not to mention the added calories and reduced funds. Second, I keep not taking my lunch to school. Now, I love me some Chick-fil-Eh and Subway too, but man is it hard on my schedule. Finally, we're out of chips. This is not to be borne. The situation is dire and must be rectified immediately.

The DART Bush Turnpike train station needs a restroom. Really. Really. Badly.

Do you ever notice how it is that so many things are set up like a Mafia racket? Take shaving, for example. You buy the most expensive razor blades you can in order to get the closest shave. Getting the closest shave means that you strip the oils off of your face. This effect will put a damper on your social life. In order to combat the ravages of razored-face, you have to buy the aftershave. This stuff, of course, clogs your pores and causes your face to break out. Then you have to buy some special cleanser to fix your face.

Wouldn't it be easier to just grow a beard?

Well, it's class time. More interesting writing is in store for tomorrow.

Cheers,

-- Zach