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a little less death

there’s a lot i should / could / would say about my own life right now to counterbalance all the photos of myself, which makes me seem really vain, or like i spend a lot of time taking/getting photos taken  of myself (….) and not any time doing much else.  but i am doing much else. so much, in fact, i’m exhausted.  well, if i wrote it all down:

get up. later than most people who have jobs.
drink coffee, read emails.
put on bike clothes.
ride bike to work (4.2 miles/23 minutes, flat terrain.)
change from bike clothes to work clothes (from pile i have stashed under my desk.  i wonder if my coworkers have noticed my wardrobe is now 3 outfits?)
eat something (usu organic fat free plain yogurt and raw fruit)
work. on stuff.
drink more coffee.
eat something (usually salad but sometimes indian or thai)
work on stuff (usually proposal documents and spreadsheets).
change from work clothes back to bike clothes.
ride bike to gym (3.5 miles)
change from bike clothes to gym clothes.
gym (usually weight lifting for about an hour, steam/shower etc for 20 mins or so)
change from gym clothes back into bike clothes.
ride bike home from gym (1.5 miles, 9 mins) or go somewhere to eat (usu ethiopian or something involving vegetables, beans, and salad)
change into home clothes.
weekdays: watch tv/movies/internet.
weekends: all kinds of exhausting shit that involved a lot of standing/moving/dancing/dressing/undressing for hours and hours.
go to sleep.
repeat.

it might not seem like a lot to some of you, who get up at 6am (9 on the weekends!) have toddlers and 1-hour commutes and mortgages and whatnot, but it’s a lot for me, apparently, because did i mention i’m exhausted?  seriously.  naps are being taken. and yes i eat enough and sure, maybe i should knock off the caffeine for a while and i am still dealing with this damned chronic pain issue which takes more out of me than i can even believe, actually. that’s not the point here.

instead of writing more about all that because, while i am exhausted, i’m also aware that most of it – except for those weekendy parts that produce photos – is very boring, which is why only the fun parts are being posted. no one blogs about the tedium of life anymore. that’s so 2002. you must be TOPICAL. and i am not of mind to be a topical blogger. politics? fashion? art? music? i don’t have it in me to journalistically focus on anything. i’m just not interested in being a topical blogger.

anyway, ok, well, in fact, some people do blog about “life”, subjectively, without topical focus. and do it well, and those are actually my favorite things to read online. like ramona. or this guy, and i’m sorry to be such a fangirl and repeatedly implore you to read somewhere else but i think his writing often borders on PERFECTION, which will be more clear to you if you click through and read this right now.

so maybe part of me is not writing much because i am reading all of these other great personal bloggers and i know i am nowhere near up to par. maybe if i tried? who knows. but for some reason i don’t even want to try. i think i’m kind of over it.

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