internet annoyances

I've noticed that even if you delete an entry from a blog, it still appears on your Google Reader. I pretty much hate this. I guess it's helpful if you want to rescue old entries, but knowing that if I delete something here and someone already has me on Google Reader, it doesn't matter, kind of sucks.

But then, I guess that's the chance you take with the internet!

Anyway, if you saw the video I posted, well, shucks, I was just trying to do something for my HIMYM roleplay group and accidentally posted it to the wrong blog. Sigh. Oh, the dangers of the internet...

Back to my day off now!

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one of those days

So, today was the day I was supposed to get back on track-- go to the gym, eat well, all that good stuff.

Then I had an irritating, though minor, fight with my boyfriend. Now the last thing I want to do is have to go sweat. I'd rather drive home and sulk on the couch with a bag of potato chips.

I guess the question is-- am I just making excuses? I'd probably feel better if I went and worked it out at the gym. But sometimes I just can't face fighting cars for a parking spot just to do something that quite frankly I'm not enjoying very much lately.

Talk about a negative attitude today. Maybe I'll check in tomorrow with a sunny disposition. Just call me Little Orphan Annie.

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combating the sunday night blues

Do you ever get the Sunday Night Blues? I've noticed within the past couple months that whenever I mention to someone that I have it, in return I get an understanding or empathetic look. I suppose it's a universal thing to mourn the passing of a killer weekend, or in this case, a killer vacation, and face the coming work week.

I feel like it's gotten worse with me lately. It's something I talk with my counselor about from time to time (oh yes... have I mentioned that I'm in therapy? It's only fitting, right? Now that I'm in the "real world" if we insist on calling it that...) and I've learned to deal with it. In the past I've wasted entire Sundays staring mournfully out the window and weeping intermittently. I wish I was joking. But I've been doing a little better with these outbursts of emotion lately.

But coming back from an extended weekend or eleven days of holiday time is about fifty times harder. Especially when you've been away and have to physically make your way back. However, I did a few things to try to ease my weepiness today:

1. Took up my friend Angela's last minute offer to go see The Fighter. I got to see Marky Mark beat the shit out of some guys and then make out with Amy Adams-- that is, Marky Mark did, not me-- so that was pretty cool.

2. I bought some cinnamon crunch bagels at Panera for breakfast the next few days. If that won't get me to roll out of bed in the morning, I don't know what will.

But just to make extra sure that I keep my spirits up this Sunday eve, I might just eat one of those bagels now.

So long, holiday break. You'll be missed.

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