Must...Fight...Creepy Feeling

For the past few days between 9-5, I have been the last one to show up and the first one to leave. At first I tried not to be the last one in and first one out, but I realize that this isn't how the game is played at my office. I know they don't care and I'm getting my shit done...so I shouldn't worry. However, I still get that creepy feeling that I'm doing something that I shouldn't be. Whatever if they won't bitch, I won't bow down. In conclusion, I hate sitting in a pod system of cubes and I don't really care for spending eight hours in plain sight and earshot of five other people.

I've noticed that I've lost a few pounds here and there since I ran the marathon. I've been stressed, travelling, and in the process I have had few big meals. These days, it's a cruise to Christmas. The weather is getting shitty, I'll be out and about less and I'll be feasting more. I may or may not begin the home prison workout again. I think I'll take the elevator up, change, do what I usually do to stay in shape when I get home, then get the mail. This trip will feature sixteen flights of stairs down and sixteen flights of stairs back up. Toss in shoulder exercises with the 16 pound bowling balls and I'm on my way. Now, if I could just find some motivation for this....

. . [~] . 0 (Grumble) Grumbles .