air it out

Yesterday was a good day to go running but I didn’t go. Blame it on staying up late Sunday night and not sleeping well. Blame it on sitting at work on Monday trying to look busy and trying not to fall asleep after a big lunch. Today is not a good running day. It’s dark and cold and rainy. Tomorrow is supposed to be rainy too. Looks like I won’t be running till Thursday.

Last night I had (another?) weird dream. This time it was with people from high school; people I used to know but lost touch with. And suddenly they all appear in my dream, which is weird because they haven’t crossed my mind in a long time. You know that feeling when you see someone you used to have a crush on and some of that feeling comes back. Not rushing back but slowly floating up from somewhere deep inside like you said you got over it, you thought you got over it, but maybe you never really did get over it. Weird.

Yes so because of my weird dream, not sleeping well again, and the sky looking like it’s 5:00PM in the middle of winter, I’m all dark and moody and melancholy today. Wait a minute, that sounds like me everyday. Well I’m darker and moodier and melancholy-er today.

And now I’m faced with the daunting task of deciding what to eat for lunch. Although my choices of fast food and take-out are vast, I find myself going back to those same few places ordering the same few dishes. There is one place where the chick knows exactly what I want to order and I could basically put down my money and not have to say a word, except for the fact that I don’t want her to think I’m some speechless, moronic, uber computer geek. But on a day like today that’s not a bad idea.

I just had a big take-out container of spicy noodles and yes I did order my food verbally. So at least now my belly is full but I still can’t shake the weirdness and darkness and moodiness and melancholy from my system. Sorta like the dank, smelly gym bag. It just needs to be opened up and aired out for a couple days.