They wanted to be in the shot too, obvs.

I’ve got a week to finish the work I’ve been slacking on for the past three weeks.  Naturally I’m taking selfies and reading Tumblr instead of doing the work.  I could totally teach an advanced level workshop on procrastination if I ever got around to it.

I would pay a lot of money right now to be home taking a nap instead of at work about to head out into an hour of traffic.

The Starbucks app tells me I have 4 earned rewards available.  (In English that translates to “I spend way too much time [and money] at Starbucks”.)  I should probably do something about that.  (But I probably won’t.)

Turns out this phone gets crazy hot if you use it a bunch.

They wanted to be in the shot too, obvs.

I’ve got a week to finish the work I’ve been slacking on for the past three weeks. Naturally I’m taking selfies and reading Tumblr instead of doing the work. I could totally teach an advanced level workshop on procrastination if I ever got around to it.

I would pay a lot of money right now to be home taking a nap instead of at work about to head out into an hour of traffic.

The Starbucks app tells me I have 4 earned rewards available. (In English that translates to “I spend way too much time [and money] at Starbucks”.) I should probably do something about that. (But I probably won’t.)

Turns out this phone gets crazy hot if you use it a bunch.

There are two types of people on planet Earth, Batman and Iron Man. Batman has a secret identity, right? So Bruce Wayne has to walk around every second of every day knowing that if somebody finds out his secret, his family is dead, his friends are dead, everyone he loves gets tortured to death by costumed supervillains. And he has to live with the weight of that secret every day. But not Tony Stark, he’s open about who he is. He tells the world he’s Iron Man, he doesn’t give a shit. He doesn’t have that shadow hanging over him, he doesn’t have to spend energy building up those walls of lies around himself. You’re one or the other - either you’re one of those people who has to hide your real self because it would ruin you if it came out, because of your secret fetishes or addictions or crimes, or you’re not one of those people. And the two groups aren’t even living in the same universe.
David Wong, This Book Is Full of Spiders: Seriously, Dude, Don’t Touch It

In case you were wondering what downtown San Diego looks like from the top of that 10-story parking structure; went ahead and took care of that for ‘ya.  Also, from the top of the convention center.  Basically what I’m getting at is that I make terrible decisions involving stairs.  (And hills…  Effin’ hills.)  But Fitbit gave me a UFO badge today for climbing my 14,000th floor, so I guess it wasn’t for nothing.

You’re all fired for not personally telling me when tickets went on sale for the The Thrilling Adventure Hour/Welcome to Night Vale live show.  (I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m paying all of you to do. Yeah, I know they’ve been pimping it on WTNV for, like, months now, but it seems a bit unreasonable to expect me to draw the line between the live show coming to town and me needing to do something to be able to see it.)  I am happy to report that, in spite of your negligence, I managed to acquire a ticket to the show and, in a fit of benevolence, I called off the public shaming ceremony.  You’re welcome.  Don’t let it happen again.  Now get back to work.

There was a third thing, something I was thinking about as I headed up the trail this afternoon, but I’m not entirely sure what I want to say about it.  The short version is: body image is an asshole.  Maybe that’s enough.