A Horrible Warning

I Was Gone Perilously Close to a Month and all I Brought You was a Stupid Bulleted List Cop-Out Post...

...and what is likely the longest title EVER.

Things I Have Been Wondering About

• How do I keep cutting open the same mole when I shave my legs?
• After, I'm not kidding, 20+ years of wearing contacts, why do I still turn my head when I'm looking to the side to try to dislodge a foreign object?
• How come I can remember to buy the meat to make for lunches but not remember to cook all of it before it goes bad?
• Why am I totally proud that when Katherine of Daily Tragedies and I went wine tasting in Napa on Saturday we drank so much that we both fell asleep at a picnic table after we ate dinner? Seriously, we only woke up when the bitchy chick from the winery said "Excuse me...EXCUSE ME, we are closing now." BTW, more on that later...
• Did TypePad change things around or have I just been gone THAT long?
• Just how much Sport Shield has transferred from my inner thighs (it keeps me from setting them ablaze when I am running) to the driver's seat of my car?
• Will I ever be able to do the 13.1 again without stopping once (or three times) to pee (my first time out I did it, but that seemed to be a one-hit wonder)? More on this later, too...
• What in the world made me think I was motivated enough to tackle not one but TWO online classes this past semester? Dismal!
• How much do I have to spend in parking fees ($10 a day, everyday I drive in instead of taking the train, which I have PREPAID) to start going to bed, and thus getting up, on time?
• Will no amount of post-workout sweat keep me from hitting the Win Co?
• Why are my nostrils currently two different sizes? The right one appears to be swollen. Is it an unerupted pimple? A giant booger? A bug from the trail? Could be ANYTHING...
• Will I ever realize that no matter how much fun it looks like it is on Dancing With the Stars, attempting to learn the Quick Step could only end in heartache?
• Can Steve Guttenberg be stopped?!?

Gah, Just Gah

OK, I have to start with, how the fuck did I think I was going to train for a half-marathon and take Macroeconomics? In 9 weeks, no less (with Micro in the second 9 weeks)?!?

School started on Monday, and I haven't had a free night since. As a matter of fact, as we speak, I am supposed to be tidying up my place because the building management is going to be inspecting my water heater closet tomorrow. Normally I wouldn't freak, but the last time they were here, I didn't realize they were coming, it was right after Seattle, and the place was a total train wreck. Like, call the health department gross. It's better now, but not by much. I don't want to get condemned.

Instead, I am finally updating, and eating cookie dough. A much better use of my time than gathering up months of stray mail and cleaning up cat puke, I think.

Regardless of whether it's hard, I refuse to quit any of it. Also, apparently I am quite the smarty pants. At least one of my fellow students thinks so. At the end of class on Monday, she turned around from where she had been sitting in front of me and said, "so you're the one who has all the answers."

Wait, maybe she didn't mean it the way I thought she did. Nah.

Back to the salt mines.