Moving against Intuition.

Today was my last day of lazing about for the week. I pretty much didn't want to do anything at all. I blame this largely on the heat. No one can want to do anything but lay around on a day like today. I won't test that theory very far of course, because I'm sure the world is full of more ambitious people than I, but I did do some moderate exercise this morning (against my better judgment) which I feel backs it up at least slightly. After about an hour I was spent entirely. I remembered why it was I stopped running in the morning..in the summertime..outside. I did at one point run through the very enticing sprinklers at the park though. That was enjoyable from the time I was running through them to about 10 seconds after when all the wetness deposited on me evaporated.

At that point (the point where I was back at home wondering why I had been so ambitious to begin with) I again decided against my immediate desire to do nothing. I have been meaning to print of the various pictures acquired in the time I've had my digital camera. I take pictures like it's no one's business, but I can honestly say I've never printed off a one. I was pretty content just leaving them on my computer, until one day a sizable portion of them didn't survive the wiping clean of my hard drive, largely due to my own folly. So I have over a years worth of pictures still, and not one of them in print. Today I finally took a cd of several to the store and ordered prints of them. It took quite a long time looking through them all and selecting, but I've finally done something about them. I also bought myself a USB flash drive that doubles as a key chain, so I think from now on it will be easier to go through this whole picture process again.

Somewhere in all the errands I decided to run, I decided to go in the party store up in JL, since I was already there. I did this only to see if they had puppy dog ears, because you never know- they might, but they didn't and so the quest still goes on to fulfill "Operation Clark in a Wagon." Why is it that stores with little to no customers always have ample amounts of workers all asking you if you're "finding everything you need alright" every two minutes? I swear, there must of been 20 of them, each popping out of nowhere every so often, insisting on checking on my progress. Some people find this helpful. I find it annoying. And awkward. If I need help shopping, I have no qualms approaching someone who's paid to know what I need to know and forcing the information out of them, but personally I don't like them pestering me. Oh well. That said...

Tonight I really should have followed my streak of doing what needed to be done, but that I didn't want to do. I haven't been to the last 2 track practices, making the amount of times I have been just one. I love track, I'm sad I lacked the ambition, but not only did I not want to exercise any more, but I also did not want to go out in that sun again period. Running speedwork hurts like the dickens regardless (what exactly is "the dickens" and why have people decided it hurts anyway?), and doing so in 100 % weather--where even the most responsibly hydrated person would instantly be sapped of all liquid in their system--would be sheer suicide. So I skipped out of that for no other reason than that I'm a wimp lately. However I did not stay at home laying on my couch as I would have preferred. FK, Pinkie, Duckling, and William James wanted to go to the game store, and so I went with them. We played Niagara. It's a nice game--you have little canoes and the ever present threat of being swept off the water fall--but I seem to lack the strategery required to win the stupid game. Which is why every one else liked it. But it was fun, and now I'm doing my laundry. I can't stand how efficient I was today, and at how little slacking I actually managed to pull off.