Daydreamin'

So this won't come as a surprise to those who know me well, but I have a pretty active imagination (really????). I've been seeing things (shadows? orbs? ghosts?) moving in my peripheral vision lately, I tend to err on the side of raunchy, and I always think my friends (or strangers I've just met) look like a famous person, and of course I have to tell them that. Shouldn't someone know if they bear a striking resemblance to Ernest Borgnine? Hey, people used to compare me to Oprah when I was younger, so I'm just seeking vengeance now.

Anyway, today is one of those days at work where the time just can't pass by fast enough. Yesterday flew by, but today the minutes are crawling along. So I've resigned myself to fantasizing (get your mind outta the gutter) about really dreadful things happening to me that could get me out of work early, with tons of sympathy from my coworkers. The first scenario I conjured up was getting faint from the increasingly hot and humid microclimate in here. I would stumble into the main lab, and make a lame attempt at commenting on the heat before I fell over and knocked my head ever-so-dreadfully on the floor. Next, I would wake up at a hospital, Adam hovering over me, worried. Then, he'd say in a really sexy, husky, concerned and loving voice, "You really took a nap there, beautiful." (because he always calls me "beautiful" in a sexy, husky voice, you know). When I'd ask what had happened and how long I'd been unconscious, he'd pat my hand reassuringly, and tell me not to worry, just go back to sleep and not worry about working for another few days. And of course, I'd get paid for all that time I was out of work. Of course.

Scenario number two is more along the lines of a campus emergency, like a gas pipe has burst, or the campus is about to flood due to some water main break. Everyone would have to be evacuated at once, and there would be no word when we could return to work. But of course, we'd all get paid anyway.

Yesterday, I went shopping with my girlfriend and got caught up in the 90% off section at Kohl's. You wouldn't believe some of the fab clothes that are actually in the 90% off section. Really. It's not like at DSW where all the shoes over 70% off are wretched and ugly, and leave you wondering who the awful designer was who had the nerve and gall to think up that crap. Kohl's is pretty good about marking off even the nice-looking stuff. Problem is, my big french-fry eating butt is finally paying the price for all that beer and nosherei that sustained me during the cold months. It took yesterday for me to comprehend how fat I actually am now. Okay, maybe fat is a little over-the-top, but I have definitely packed on the pounds. But in my typical imaginative way, I've decided to enjoy the weight loss regime ahead of me. I love a challenge, and trust me, there ain't no bigger feat than fittin' my butt back into a size 4 again. But (no pun) it has been done before; it shall be done again.

So that fitness regime I so shamelessly bragged about starting a few weeks ago must now go back into full effect. At least 2-3 miles of running a day...and walking, and biking, and...How much weight do you think I'd lose passed out in a hospital bed with just IV drips sustaining me?