May 9th, 2003


Friday Five (, Organization

1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not? I try to be. The places I fall short are at the front of my mind, and the places I succeed at organization just disappear into the background. 2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly? Yes. I keep a PalmV in my vest pocket for my personal life, and my work tasking is organized by a corporate installation of Exchange/Outlook. 3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now? Yes and no. It's mostly organized, and all the bits that are not sufficently organized bug me. 4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter? I sort them mostly by topic. 5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize? Everything
  • Current Music
    (Windham Hill) "Water Fountain" by David Foster

Gym. Session 24 of 124. Chest & Biceps.

At 11:30 I walked up to Eastside Automotive to pick up my Jeep (I walked the 2.2 miles from my apt to work this morning), and then drove down to the gym for my Friday session.

As I was working on the first exercise, the bench press, about two thirds way through the second set, I made an error on my form, and brought the bar down too low on my body (the bar is supposed to come down on the nipple line). The next push up, and my right shoulder started calling for a veto. I finished the set, and felt out my shoulder. We dropped the weight, and tried again, and it was still there. So we aborted that set, dropped the all the weight, to just an empty bar, and did another set. This time it didn't hurt, but I could still feel it in my shoulder.

So we aborted chest entirely, and did just biceps (barbell curls and preacher curls) and then finished the time on the calves machines.

I didn't feel anything go "sproing", and it doesn't hurt when it's not under weight, so I really hope it's nothing really serious, and that it heals up by the time it's time to concentrate on shoulders.

A slice of a dream, after waking.

After working late a few hours, I came home, thawed out dinner, and settled down with my current nonfiction read, Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. (I wish there was an Edwards certified instructor teaching the 5 day intensive class in Seattle, darnit. I'd even take the week off work for it.). After a few chapters, I dozed off.

And woke up awhile later midway through a dream. I don't remember much about the whole course of the dream now, but I do remember it seemed very coherent. The point that I woke up, I do remember: I had just gotten home from someplace, and from the balcony up and across from me, my roommate and upstairs neighbor invited me to join them in the hottub.

Except, I've never lived in, or even remember visiting, a multi-unit dwelling with the configuration this one had, having a hot tub on a wooden balcony doesn't make sense, I don't have a roommate, I've never had a female roomate, the two girls in the dream were very "real" but I have no idea where my dream mind constructed their image from, and there were no sexual overtones, even tho they were both nude (as is natural and normal for hottubbing).


When I do have my own private place, owning a tub is pretty close to the top of luxuries to get. Darn it, I want one now.