good day

today was a good one. there were lots of people at work to keep me busy enough to avoid other people at work. and a lot of my work was away from the office, so i wasn't easily traceable.

of course, i probably looked like someone from a spy movie on my way out of the building.... and the door was probably closed too long.... but i did avoid seeing people.

that's the first day in a long while, it seems. probably it hasn't even been a week. it's just that annoying that it feels like forever, i suppose.

and the gym wasn't packed today, so i got to use the Evil machine. for some reason, people seem to actually want to spend time on that thing. i have no idea why, despite the fact that i also want to spend time on it. it's horrible. i can work my ass off on a bike and/or eliptical and in 30 minutes get X calories burned and a nice tingly 'you've done something' feeling in the leg muscles. i spend all of 7 minutes on Evil over there and i'm dying. feel like i need to crawl to the locker room, instead of walk. calories for 7 minutes: usually something in the realm of 3X. i mean, yeah, you burn a lot. but it's *Evil*.

i spend the first few minutes swearing under my breath. then i'm too busy trying to *catch* my breath to swear under it, but the internal monologue is along the lines of 'fucking hell, this is so not cool. who the hell made this death trap? why? oh, god, it's only been 20 more seconds. this is so fucking not cool. shit. shit. oh god this is bad. breathe. don't fall off. fuck. why'd i get on this thing? i can't get off yet or people will see how wimpy and out of shape i am. fucking bleepity.... breathe. hell. fuck. fuck. owwwwww. only a minute to go. you can get off in a minute. fuck. just a minute. shit.'

still, i like to end my gym trip on Evil. because 7 minutes of Evil makes you feel like you haven't just done something, you've *accomplished* something. and it's not just something, either. it's this wordless enormity of stuff that you've accomplished. in 7 minutes.

if i had Evil in my apt, i'd only spend 7 minutes a day on it, and i'd still be getting a ton of enormity accomplished. bet it costs somewhere in the five-digit range.

another plus: i've found a new game. there's a tape backup we work with that sends automatic messages to our email accounts. by automated, i mean every 20 minutes. so every time i check that email account, i guess how many i'll have to delete. since i don't usually look at clocks, i have to base it on my time sense. i'm getting better at it.

love and peace. quack.

(my goal for the end of the summer: 15 minutes on Evil. wish me luck. i'm at 7.12)