Thursdays in Pittsburgh

Sleeping

I can fall asleep anywhere.

I’ve fallen asleep on planes, trains, and automobiles.  I’ve fallen asleep in class, at my desk at work, and once during a performance by Cirque du Soleil .  I can sleep anywhere, through most anything.

The mechanics of falling asleep in my bed on a nightly basis however, is something I have yet to master.  Which is why, in my opinion, when I manage it, it should be treated as a small miracle.  Last night was one of those miraculous nights.

BEX:  *having a fabulously entertaining dream* ::giggle::::sputter::::choke::::guffaw::

HUBS:  BEX!  Wake up!  Why are you crying?!?

BEX:  ::grumblemumbledeathtohumansgrumble::

HUBS: BEX!!

BEX:  I was laughing.  Now I’m not sleeping.

HUBS:  *sighs with relief* Oh good.  ::rolls over::::snores::

BEX:  ::stares at ceiling until the alarm goes off::

I have to keep reminding myself that he means well.

After earthquake check for whovians:

cosmicwaffles:

Are there 26 other planets in the sky? Does your sky look like this?

If so then congratulations you are in the Medusa Cascade!

If it looks like this:

then you are still within the parameters of your own time and universe. Congratulations either way!

(via montidrew)

I may or may not only be going to see Fright Night because it features David Tennant in tight leather pants. Don’t tell FutureHubs.

The bakery at my office makes perfect blueberry scones.  I was having quite the morning, so I decided to treat myself to a little piece of confectionery heaven.  I take it back to my desk with my hazelnut latte, take a small bite, savor….and promptly choke.  I mean choke so hard that I had to give myself a mini-Heimlich and now my throat is so raw that I can’t taste anything.

Can I go back to bed now?

Runner

So I attempted to start runing - again - today.  I walked/ran for a half hour on the treadmill in the gym at lunch.  I was never all that spectacular of a runner, even when I was playing basketball year-round.  I could block a girl out like no one’s business, but if it came down to me and another girl running for the ball, I lost every time.

I’m not sure why I’ve been trying so hard to get into running.  Maybe it’s being surrounded by running talk constantly (a hazard at my job).  I’ve come to know more about running and the benefits of running in the last two years than I thought there was to know about running.

Here’s the question:  if I’ve tried this however many times now and failed each time, does that mean that maybe running isn’t for me?  Or that I just need to try harder?  Mentally, I’m all for giving it yet another go.  Physically, my knees are berating me more and more and reminding me of the damage inflicted upon them with all those years of basketball. 

Le sigh.  Here’s to one more try, I guess.  We’ll see what my knees have to say in the morning.

I cried harder at my second screening of Harry Potter than my first.

That happen to anyone else?