Monday, Monday

This tough little cookie is tired!

Saturday I rode my bike to Municipal Park. This took about 30 minutes. Then I rollerbladed ten miles. This took about two hours. Unfortunately, I forgot my water bottle. Rollerblading in 100 degree heat without water is neither smart nor fun. I finally took off my skates and hiked barefoot down the small slope to the river and jumped in. It felt wonderful.

After that I pedaled back home, only to do it all again the next day. Only this time, I did NOT forget my water. Thankfully. I've been rollerblading for ten years now, and that was the first time I ever forgot my water when I skated in that kind of heat. I won't be doing it again anytime soon (forgetting my water). It was unpleasant.

After all that exercise, you'd think I'd have slept like the dead last night. Wrong. I slept horrible. I slept restlessly, waking up every couple of hours or so. When I did sleep, I had really weird dreams. I dreamed that a former lover of mine was getting married to a woman who resembled someone I used to work with at my last job, and this woman took it upon herself to forbid me to come anywhere near my ex-lover, and didn't seem in the least reassured by the fact that I couldn't have cared less about either of them or what they were doing. I was extremely annoyed in the dream, and even more annoyed when I woke up.

Now I am exhausted, and I feel like a zombie. (Remind me sometime to tell you about the dream I had a couple of years ago about the meth that would turn it's users into zombies - that was quite a funny one. Almost as funny as the dream I had when Sean Bean convinced me I had to kill the man from Snowy River - and I did - with a broadsword.) It's going to be a long day. I need to learn how to sleep with my eyes open so my boss doesn't realize I'm sleeping instead of working.