flotsam, peeves, there is something wrong with me

Feeling low. Or high.

Not my Wii Fit meter. The main clues being that I haven’t burned anything like that many calories yet today. And my Mii looks more like, well, Me.

No, wait, low again. What?

OK, so as little as I’ve been blogging lately, y’all (yeah, I said “y’all”, what of it?) have had to hear about my Wii Fit altogether too much. Continue reading “Feeling low. Or high.”

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I know about “Judge Not…” but she’s making it impossible

The small box I sit in at work (aka my cubicle) was recently relocated up to the second floor.

The outcomes: much more visibility (Meh), many more people around (Not as bad as an extreme introvert might think), significant distance from the Sniffler (Hallelujah!!), many more stairs taken in the course of a day (Fitness win), and easy access to the “nicer” ladies room… Continue reading “I know about “Judge Not…” but she’s making it impossible”