Iâ€™m in a good mood today. Iâ€™m not at work, and that makes me happy. What I like most about not being at work is being at home alone. Call me selfish, but I love that I can walk around the house, watch porn and masturbate in any room whenever I want; but, since I spent the last five days doing that, I think Iâ€™ll catch up on laundry instead.
Pleasant five-mile run this morning. I kept it easy, although Garmina still reported a high heart rate. I have suspicions W has spies watching us through Garmina and is filtering the satellite frequency to secretly increase our aerobic levels with a ploy to train a new army of runners. Is it a coincidence that the Verizon FIOS man has been to my house 4 times this week if an effort to provide me with fiber optic pleasure? Iâ€™m no fool â€“ that combination is just evil enough to be plausible.
Then again, maybe Iâ€™m just high strung gal with a shrewish little heart â€“ it is good thing Iâ€™m not Hindu* or Buddhist because I would already be dead from using up my lifetime supply heart beats. Itâ€™s my firm belief that since I was raised by atheists, I have an unlimited number of heart beats – and that makes me special.