you're the key to my peace of mind.

2007-03-03 / 4:52 p.m.

I am rocking a killer buzz right now thanks to an impromptu wood-staining projecting currently going on in the living room, so I'll be brief in case I get nauseated.

First, and this is going to be significant to almost no one and hardly bears announcing: I'm going to be jumping the diaryland ship at the end of this month. You'll most likely find me on blogger after that, because I long ago laid claim to mavenhaven.blogspot.com, and I haven't really felt my way around the paid services yet (someone already has the wordpress site: boo. And the domain name: boo. If you have other recommendations, chime in.). In preparation, I'm going to be pulling down some more of my archives and editing some of the remaining stuff. There are manifold reasons for this move and prep work, including the fact that diaryland has almost no features, a lot of the archives are super-irrelevant and, more importantly, I want my parents to be able to read this without being grossed out or scandalized. I love the idea of my mom commenting on my blog, and trust me, you would love that too. Don't worry, I'll still be cursing, but possibly more judiciously.

Some other things are going on. I bought a desk this week, as I mentioned in the last entry. I haven't had a proper work space in 5 months or so, and I kind of failed to grasp how major a quality of life issue that is for someone who primarily works from home. Furniture has been rearranged, and I'm ready to finish writing my thesis. I'm certain the only reason I've been dragging my ass on that is that I haven't had a desk. Yeah, that's definitely it.

We've been sick, hacking and boogery and grumpy recently, too. I've nevertheless run more in the last two weeks than I have in months. We're still talking like 10 miles total, but you know, baby steps (fast, cardiovascular conditioning ones). I'm not going to bother blogging much about exercising because we should all be doing it, most of us don't do it enough, and I still don't know whether I'm in the middle of permanent lifestyle change or whether my enthusiasm will wane. You can't really argue with feeling good, though, can you? And why would you want to?

Also, perhaps you have heard that it snowed here, like, all week, shitpiles of snow everywhere. I have moved a lot of snow (and gained some backstrain) as a result. I kind of hate shoveling, but it kind of makes me feel good, in the same perverse way that I always liked finals week in college--all that solidarity in the midst of suckitude.

Another result of the snow is that the Brit spun out on the freeway and ended up in the median ditch in a snowbank during the week's second or third snowstorm. It was absolutely as scary as it sounds, but was actually the best kind of spinout you can have, as it resulted in no injury, no traffic blocking, no real damage to the car.

So, you know. Business as usual. Snow dumps, sinus headaches, and near-death experiences.

Mostly I'm just checking in. Does anyone want to cook dinner for me tonight? I've really been feeling tapped out this week and have already eaten leftovers once today.

I used to feel so uninspired,
Maven.

Spinning: The Brit's iPod, which has a lot more British Invasion and Britpop on it than mine does. It's Neil Young now, though.
Feeling: A little sleepy and gross.
Plotting: Dinner, I guess.

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