Oh, what a miserable day! Disgruntled, stodgy coworkers cursing and yelling for no reason (I'm a lady!); more bad news about our sad, struggling, beaten-down economy; the cold.
It was one of those days where I (seeking my silverlining) looked around me and thought how thankful I was that the Bloomberg building is built entirely of glass; no matter where I look, I'm reminded I need to hobble up a few floors before I jump -- better safe than sorry!
But I did finally go back to the gym. After a two-month hiatus, the time had finally come to get it together.
I knew it was time when, this morning as I lay in my newly-heated room cursing the gods for making me get up, I stretched and patted my stomach, err, gut. Oh, how all these fancy dinners and fine foods do dare take their toll.
I was then reminded of one of my old favorite stupid comedies from when I was a kid. Particularly, one scene from "Tommy Boy." I found myself humming the tune all day, and watching the YouTube a few times, which provided me what very little bit of entertainment I had all day. Useless post, cute clip.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
3 comments:
Trishul.
"Yaar Bijay, you ignite the dynamite like you were walking in a garden. Aren't you scared of death?"
"He who watched his mother die a little bit every day for 25 years, why would he be scared of death?"
That Tommy Boy thing happened to Howard Dean at a White House event when he as Governor, Clinton was prez. Not coat, but pants. He got his bodyguards to "guard" him, and walk him away from there.
Post a Comment