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I had a really hard time deciding what to wear this morning. Given my above-average apathy for my own appearance, this is rather anomalous. All I knew was that I wanted to wear my funky paisley cloth belt in my hair (I never wear this as a belt - always in my hair) and that not one damn article of clothing I own goes with it - except the outfit I wore yesterday. A real head scratcher. But I decided if I just dressed generally eclectically, it wouldn't matter terribly if my clothes matched - it's just "the look." So I threw on my Girlyman shirt (which isn't necessarily eclectic at all, but still it's the kind of shirt that immediately tells you the person inside it is liberal and funky). Fast forward to now. The mailman just came in my office to ask about a parcel, saw my shirt, and asked if I was going to the next Gravity Lounge Girlyman show. I was really surprised that the mailman knew of Girlyman, but figured he wasn't that in the loop, because the *just* played the Gravity Lounge. I checked their website, and no, there's no new Gravity date there. Then the mailman said if I liked Gman, I should check out Ember Swift on May 6th. That really surprised me. I LOVE this mailman. I guess it's normal that the town that sells out Girlyman shows would have a few other Girlyman fans in it - it's just that I'm used to traveling over from Harrisonburg, where no one is interested. Sigh. Well, anyhow, I checked the Gravity Lounge site next to see that Girlyman has in fact been booked for June 2 - the day before I'll be seeing them in Herndon:) I love summer - so many concerts!

So the concert schedule for the next li'l bit looks like this:

Friday - The Accidentals, etc. at 7 pm
4/23 - The Mammals
5/6 - Ember Swift
6/2 - Girlyman
6/3 - Girlyman
7/20-7/23 - Falcon Ridge Folk Festival - BEST LINEUP EVER! (Dan Bern, EFO, Tracy Grammer, etc...) maybe not the best lineup ever, but I'm certainly excited as hell.

I probably left a few dates out of there - I'm sure the calendar will fill in shortly.

Peace.

I swear I am not making this up!

So yesterday someone got the auto-assigned password "asshol." Today, someone got "vajina." Except the vajina person wasn't such a good sport about it - she wrote in all pissed off and bent out of shape. So we plotted letting her choose from a whole selection of new passwords (they have to be six letters, no numbers) - like cooter, coochy, doodoo, stuff like that...hehe...I love the giggles.

BTW, you guys really rose to the occasion on my joke request yesterday. By all means, keep 'em coming!

Peace.

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It's 9:30. Why am I still awake? I know, I know, it's only 9:30, why is she even worried about this now? Because I go to bed early these days, and especially because I was up late (11pm) last night. Sigh. I suppose I'll nod off soon, but I wanted to write a bit first. Not that I have anything particularly insightful to say...

The new Gold's Gym is open now. I'm so proud of myself for going. Here's how it went.
7:00pm: I'm tired. Maybe I should go to sleep. No, I'm at least going to do my pilates video first. Maybe some more web surfing, though...
7:10: I visited the Golds website to see if they were going to be open tomorrow. It said they're open now. I don't want to go now, I'm so tired. But I should. I haven't gone in almost a week, and I haven't been eating healthy enough lately.
7:17: I pulled myself out from under the covers and changed for the gym, wondering how the eff I'd ever make it.
7:30: I get to the gym. I am overwhelmed by its awesomeness. I go looking for the leg press to start my weight training.
7:35: I've walked all over the gym and can't find the leg press. Maybe it's not here yet. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I should just plop on one of the seated bikes and pedal casually for a few minutes and go home and go to bed. No. Bad Meg. Ember Swift is coming in just over a month. You want to look hot for her.
8:15: I'm finished with my resistance training, and the bikes aren't set up yet. I can choose between elipticals, treadmills, and steppers. Sigh. Elliptical. How many minutes? 15 will be good enough tonight. No! Stop that, fatass, remember Ember Swift!
8:20, 5 minutes into my workout: I'm dying. No way I'll make it to 30 minutes. I'll be lucky to get 10, but I'll shoot for 15. I'll be satisfied with 15. If I make it to 15, I'll get off and walk on a treadmill for a little while.
8:22: Dammit, I'm in pain. This sucks. I don't want to do this. No one will think less of me if I get off now. I'll think less of me! Keep going.
8:23: Shit, I have to fart. This would be a good reason to get off the machine now. I should just go. Can't be all gassy at the gym, it's not right. Well, it wouldn't be the first time. And there's no one around. Keep running. Try not to fart.
8:24: 9 minutes down. Almost to 10. Can I keep going? I don't know.
8:25: 10 minutes. I can get off now. It'll be okay. No it won't. Jen said you need to do 30 minutes of cardio. She knows what she's talking about. But it would still be 30 minutes, just different cardio. No! You're trying to take the easy way out. It's supposed to hurt. If it doesn't hurt, you're not working hard enough, so just deal with it and stick it out!
8:26, 8:27...8:43: Fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeee.
8:43: Only two minutes to go. I can't believe I've made it. I'm going to go the whole two minutes without looking at the clock. It'll be over before you know it, but it'll go slower if you're watching the timer. Don't look at the timer.
8:43:30: You looked at the timer. You have NO willpower! Hey, I have some willpower! I stayed on this machine for the whole 30 minutes even though I hated every minute of it. You haven't stayed on the whole time, you've got a minute and a half to go. Shut up, bitch. You're pissing me off. I should see a doctor about this.
8:44: Oh come on, clock! You lie!
8:45: FINALLY. I made it.

See how hard it was for me to get through this? But I did. AND when I came home, Mom had just baked cake, and offered me a piece, but I turned it down. My willpower kicks ass today! But that little shoulder-residing devil sure has been a pain in my ass today, too. I wish the angel would speak a little clearer.

Now to bed, really. Or rather, to sleep, since I'm already in bed.
Peace.