Tuesday I gave in to back pain and made myself a standing desk. By which I mean I piled every box and book I could find into my existing desk until it was high enough to stand at. So far, the only thing that hurts anymore is my heels. Because I am fat.
I feel more clarity, and I have more energy throughout the day. Even my eternally tense shoulders have relaxed. I turned my head just now and you know what I heard? NOTHING. Not a single snap, crackle or pop. I haven’t been able to do that since I was 16.
I’m not saying that the standing desk fixed everything that’s wrong with me, I’m still as crazy as a hamster on the gentle cycle, but the physical pain of my existence is diminished significantly.
Just look at that magnificent bastard.
I was really worried about my bad knees when I started this, and I do admit they’re sore. But they’re use sore, not injury exacerbation sore if you know what I mean.
On the work front, I’m seeing some progress, so that’s good. I also figured out how much money Ben and I would need to make in order to be location independent, and it’s not crazy high. And I started an amazon seller’s account, which you can see on the sidebar under my Marina Martinez Consulting ad. It is so crazy easy to list shit on Amazon that I went a little slap-happy and put 28 books up at once. One of them already sold. Goodbye Life of Pi, you were pretentious and I’m glad that you’re gone.
I’ve been slowly but surely cleaning my house whenever it’s slow or I can’t concentrate. I finally got my kitchen sink clean enough to fuck on again. I still wouldn’t eat out of it. Did you know that my apartment management company painted the inside of my sink with latex house paint rather than actually resurfacing it? That’s something I got to learn during my time as a resident here.
Ben and I have started watching Defiance, famous for being both a TV show and an MMO, which you wouldn’t think would be anything remotely close to watchable. But it turned out to be another SyFi (I can’t believe that’s still their name) hit a la Lost Girl or Warehouse 13. They know they’re kind of corny, and they understand what the lower budget does to believability, and they just run with it. I appreciate a show with self-awareness.
We’ve also started watching Longmire. We’re only 2 episodes in, but I enjoy the characters. The writing could use some work, but it’s not overly terrible.
Oh hey look. The dog fell asleep in my bra.
Alright, it’s time for bed.