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::wince::

I didn't ride my bike to work on Wednesday because I had to hold my Dad's hand as he bought a present for my mother in the Apple Store. I was never going to get back from Grand Central in time on a bike. So I used my stationary bike at home that night, and, as a complement to the biking, I did all of fifteen--you are in shock at prowess, I can tell--push ups. My arms are fine--they're mostly used to supporting a lot of force and weight from the regular biking I do. My abs, on the other hand, are all stupid and achy. It took me most of yesterday to figure out why. So, not only am I not especially strong, I'm more than a little clueless about this exercise stuff. Better not do too much of it, just in case.

In other news, I almost bought stuff on Threadless yesterday for Christmas presents, but I couldn't hit the cap for free shipping without buying a bunch of bullshit. I was all set to abandon it as a hopeless quest when they e-mailed this morning with a change not only to their minimum for free shipping but in the costs for their shirts. The shirts dropped to $10 (from $12), which left me maddeningly below the cap again. Luckily, I chanced upon this shirt which I will get for my mother. (She likes moose. At Christmas, our entire staircase is filled with mooses. Moosen. Meese?) Free shipping and my holiday stuff that needs to be done asap is mostly taken care of. There are still a few outlying presents and one that I have to actually take to a post office, but otherwise, whew.

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farscape

This is the penalty for being a lazy ass.

That, and I need not to take naps EVER.

I came home from work and threw on a movie. Because neither of the roommates were home, I pretty much passed out for at least half an hour in the middle. Which so completely reset my exhaustion to the point that when I went to bed at one am, I was utterly unable to sleep. I also had a headache from lack of sleep and a back ache from not lying down enough to sleep. It was a fun night, let me tell you.

By the time it go to be 3 am, I gave up. I wasn't even tired from having my eyes closed. They just popped right open. So I went and grabbed my Farscape DVDs and picked up from where I'd left off on my rewatch. I got two episodes finished and finally started to drift off in the second, so I got to nod off around 5.

My sleep schedule, from being sick and not exercising, totally sucks right now. I need to get back to being healthy and using the damned elliptical again so I can not die of total exhaustion. For now, I need caffeine. I grabbed a soda on my way in, and of course the machine dispensed a warm one. Fantastic.

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Creatures of habit or creatures of comfort?

In his short story "Lunch at the Gotham Cafe," Stephen King proposes, via his smoker protagonist, that there is a very clear and definite hurdle that all people seeking to quit a bad behavior or take up a good one face. This hurdle is the three-day mark. Once you hit and pass that limit, you're home free. The first three days are the test to see if you can make it in the long run.

I don't know that I agree with that exact limit, but I do think he's onto something. ( My thoughts )

The odds of slovenly recidivism are high, in other words. So high that I then have to question whether I do agree with Stephen King's notion of point-of-no-return adaptation. What do you all think? Feel free to conjecture about my own will power, I won't take offense, or your own if you prefer or muse on human will power in general. I'm interested in every angle, really.