Routine

I worked out this morning with my new workout buddy. It's nice of her to wake up at 5am to humor my need to feel "active". It's not like I'm not going to come home and made a huge greasy omelet and drink a sugary soda immediately after. This is why I don't become critical when I look in the mirror and tell myself, "You're fat." I know how I got here and I accept it. Anymore I'm just trying to maintain, not lose. But it really doesn't matter.

Next week the sun rise yoga class starts. It's going to be sweet. My work out buddy as already agreed to go with me. I'm going to see how many more I can scam into coming. That way it will be elbow to elbow in that tiny tiny work out room. But it does have floor to ceiling windows on the two east facing walls so we will actually be able to see the sun rising, which will be sweet.

I got to go to work orientation, finally. I've only been working at the stadium for the last three seasons. They resurfaced our lot and painted new lines, it looks great. I suppose since they tore a huge hole through it in the middle of last season they felt obligated. I think it's going to be a good year for football. The starting line up may have changed, but everyone is so incredibly pumped about the new stadium and the changed on campus that it doesn't really matter. My position patrolling the East-West corridor has become obsolete, so I'm a little concerned about where I'm going to be this year. I kind of want a stationary position. It may be boring, but there is less face time with it. I don't really like face time.

I have already been assigned legitimate homework, out of a book I do not yet have. I'm not too stressed, yet, though. Calm. Breath. It will be fine. All will be well.

Had more thoughts on some of my story characters. I've been thinking a lot about Star Trek. That is one where I have an interposed character. She lives indefinitely, like the guy from the original show that was Da Vinci and was trying to create a robot wife that would never die. Except except my character is a member of Star Fleet. She's an interesting character, but I really can't do anything with her without flirting the line of copy right, which I don't care to do. So she gets to be my own private plaything.

Back into the cogs of society.