I’ve got a case of the Mondays.
This weekend was no great shakes for a variety of reasons. I spent most of it alone, although I really didn’t want to.
On Saturday, I was to potentially have a sleepover with the guy I sorta like. It didn’t happen– didn’t even see him.
I think I might have to write this one off.
I watched the Super Bowl by myself– and the dirty Ravens won. It’s always nice watching an accused killer achieve a huge win on a national stage.
“Ray Lewis! You just won the Super Bowl– what are you gonna do now?”
“I’m gonna murder Mickey Mouse!”
There were a couple brighter spots. I had two good workouts (ran 5.5 miles Saturday, and then cardio/lifting Sunday).
P.S. Jumping rope really seems to get the Nike FuelBand a-goin’!
I completed my taxes on Sunday morning. Probably the last decent year of returns– who knows what next years taxes will look like.
And the Super Bowl chili I made turned out well. Very tasty and just the right amount of heat.
But now it’s back to the grind.