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I’m sure it’s too late, but I still kinda sorta want to go to this… An Evening with Crosby, Stills & Nash. Tickets are up to $70. Ugh. If there’s even anything but lawn left… and it’s probably too soon after cheese to go.

There. Talked myself out of it. Soon they’ll be dead or something and I can quit pining about wanting to see them. This would make three opportunities missed… of course, can hardly call those $200+ tickets they wanted the first go around an “opportunity”.

Maybe some mp3s will suffice. Curses… not a one here. Will have to raid Chalupa.

Hrm…. What could I babble about today…

1) I love that boi. All the time. Can’t help myself.

2) I cannot freaking believe I am sticking to working out. I started August 5th, with the notion of minimum 2-mile walk, 5 nights a week. Have probably been doing better than that. I think I finally realized why I was tired all the time, though. Vitamins, dear one. I’d totally been forgetting to take them. Started them up again, and now when I get done with a workout, I feel kick ass.

3) I can’t believe JamesT will soon be on a similar schedule to me. Told mom last night, and she is so excited at the prospect that we might both get to come up and visit for a weekend.

4) I actually found a pair of Oakleys I think I want to buy. Meant to stop at a store and try some on, but my leisurely mall Sunday trip turned into contact-lens nightmare, so that didn’t work out. Wasn’t the sky supposed to fall or something on the day I would pay more than $15 for a pair of sunglasses? Well, I probably won’t get them.

5) I broke down and ordered some groceries from Atkins center. All non-perishable, so I didn’t get reemed on shipping. Just getting tired of the same old thing, and getting to make pancakes or muffins or cookies every blue moon and actually eat them guilt-free sorta feels like cheating. Feels good.

6) Autumn months… I love this time of year. These evenings kick ass. Just want to get outside and do something. Must get JamesT to indulge me in some tennis, or some frisbee, or heck, even a trip to the driving range, soon. Must. Climbing is good, too, but I want to be outdoors in the cool breeze.

I guess that’s enough pointless life babble. Perhaps I should get back to work now.