In Celebration of ….

WARNING:  This may be a slightly whiny post. I am usually pretty adult, but I am in serious need of an old-fashioned tantrum.
Or hugs. Hugs would be good.1

It is almost the end of May. Guess how many times I’ve been camping or to how many camping events I have been to this year?
I’ll give you a hint.

Ooh, I love a man who speaks a foreign language.


I’m not saying that I didn’t have a fun vending at Comicpalozza in Houston this past weekend. I did. I’m just saying that there was somewhere I’d rather have been. And that has been true a few times already this year.

I blame the therapist. She’s all “set your boundaries and keep them” and “be more assertive with your needs” and other random bullshit like that. So, of course my inner ten-year-old was all like “lalalala, I can’t hear you” when making plans.

Karma can be such a regret-filled bitch, can’t it?

I guess I will just have to be more proactive with myself in the future. And I will certainly be more likely to have my updated calendar with me at *ALL TIMES*.

Well-played Universe. Well-played.

I’ve got the whole Universe, in my…um….blog. 😀

1 – Another warning:  This is not a post asking for advice. This is a post listing some regrets and suchlike.

The Mulligan: ZomRuns

The Mulligan: ZomRuns
I am starting the 5k ZomRun training program over. I hadn’t touched it in weeks. Mostly due to my brain sometimes acting like a righteous bag of dicks, but whatevs. It doesn’t get to win.

At any rate, I might just keep track of said runs here, in ElJay land. Because they’re not really a “blog” per se. And they’re not really fiction writing.
Unless I start adding my own story to the ongoing storyline.
S1-B1: Week 1, Workout 1
34 minutes, 3 minutes cool down walk
(according to my Landice 7 treadmill) 2% grade, 1.9 miles

Stayin’ Alive – Bee Gees
Tainted Love – Soft Cell
Join in the Chant – Nitzer Ebb
Plasticity – Front Line Assembly
Camel Walk – Southern Culture on the Skids
Vanished – Front Line Assembly
Girls and Boys – Blur
Raise Your Glass – Pink
Pong – Eisenfunk

You don’t understand. I’m [getting] happy.
….Well, go on and run, then.

sweaty Bon is sweaty