I've been eating as if I were lifting lately, which means that, if I were to report on such things, well, let's just say MNS would be proud.
This loaf didn't turn out as well as the previous attempt at blixco bread. It ended up drier and I think the bread machine baked it a little too long. But, the honey I used was cool and it gave the loaf an interesting scent. I'll still eat it because it's awesome. I like awesome. It's so sad that most people have only experienced one type of honey in their lifetime.
My hands smell like that honey.
My toes are sort of shaped funny. They curve weird. I hope that won't mess up the shoes. Ideally, the shoes would help correct. I got the black ones.
I also got a pair of black Chuck Taylors. I love being me.
I think I'm doomed. I'm stuck in a crappy job and there's no way out into the sort of jobs I actually want. And there isn't really anything worthwhile to do in this job (in my opinion, at least, since I can't think of a single worthwhile thing I've done all year), so it'll disappear if times get tough. I'll deal with it by moving around giant chunks of steel tonight (in case you're wondering, today is squat, overhead press, power clean [if I trust myself to remember the movements well enough]). I really should've studied more for that exam in November so I could've taken it. It would've improved the odds a little.
Anyways, I'll go to listen to some lecture about something tonight and then I'll move around some big steel plates and then go home. I forgot to pack a lunch today, so I think I'll go to Subway.
I got milk for so cheap at the store: 2.59/gallon, though it actually rung up as 2.29. That's cheap enough I'd almost consider buying a lot and making cheese. I drank a quart this morning. Too bad I can't actually digest the stuff. Live and learn, bitches!
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