Randomness

Warning: I don't really have enough blood in my caffeine stream yet this morning. Rambling ahead. Yesterday I did something fairly stupid. I woke up with the knowledge in my brain that I was going to cut the grass that day. Did you know cutting the grass counts as exercise? According to my fitness pal it does... So I come home from Church where I benedryl zombied my way through the service and I get on the exercise bike to help wake me up. Yes, I spent twenty minutes on the stationary bike while watching "Burn Notice" peddling away.

I also worked in the yard a bit. Conned my younger brother into helping me put together a new piece of lawn furniture. By helping me I mean I gave up being of any use on this project early on and watched him do it. Kind of works out like that sometimes. Did I mention it was hot? I watered the squash plants and messed with my ever-more-disgusting-growing compost pile. I go inside and for some reason I cave--I eat butter popcorn and add extra (real) butter to it. Put the calories in and I have seven fat grahams left for the whole day.

It starts raining but it blows right through. I decide I'd better cut the grass. I spent the entire time lifting the mower up because the grass was so thick the engine wasn't getting enough oxygen. I finally get that done, come in, take a shower and *right before bed* I watch Burn Notice again.

My body is so not happy with me. I had dreams about being chased by a possessed priest last night. Who dreams about that? I mean seriously? I was ready to take this guy out with a sauce pan too by the way. I guess I should be grateful I didn't dream that it was my priest that was possessed and chasing me. I feel like I got hit by a truck this morning too.

I think it's going to be a while before I get on the stationary bike and mow the lawn in the same day again.

A long long while.