How books have changed your life.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Due to pool closure, allergies severe enough to keep me home from work on Monday (I'm just now feeling about 80% human), pump failures inducing sugar woes (yesterday was *awful*), and the fact that it's fit test assessments at work (which means no regular work workouts this week), I've decided to take the week off from my training schedule.
I'm dedicated and all, but not stupid. Things like breathing and steady sugar numbers (my god it's a fucking miracle to have on a pod that works after three straight failures) = good times. I also have a date on Friday that I'd like to be cognizant for. This will require things like breathing and steady sugar numbers.
The plan is to pick the training schedule back up where I left off come Monday morning.
Also, as a consolation prize for my shitty week, I finally bought this t-shirt:
Because I'm awesome.
This neatly sums up everything I intuited about the books.
They just stank too much of that Anne Bishop "I'm writing a feminist romance ha ha ha just kidding there are cock rings and child rape and incest but really I had feminist intentions because so many women just can't get over how hottt guys are which makes them weak and prone to rape and incest and falling in love with their rapists because rapists are hottt" thing.
Rapists, vampires, werewolves... whatever. You know, hottt dudes that you should "save yourself" for.