I was cleaning my room this morning (I am on a roll with the cleaning!) when I heard the familiar “ping”  of a message via GMail Chat.  I was surprised to see it was Megan, asking me if I was watching the Inauguration.  I had a plan to clean my room, go to the gym, have lunch around 1ish, and then go run errands to prep for dinner.  But instead, I went downstairs, watched the Inauguration of Barack Obama with Megan (via GChat), and ate lunch first, before the gym.  Then, I ran my errands, came home and prepped dinner (let the salmon sit in its sauce, and prepared the root vegetables so they’d be ready to be put in the oven when I returned), and then went to the gym.  As promised, I walked to the gym.  I was nervous that I wasn’t going to have enough time, but I cut my workout at the gym short to make up for the time spent walking.  Tomorrow, I have to babysit at noon, library meeting at 5:30, and then dinner at 7.  Because I don’t know what time I will get done babysitting, I’m going to the gym first.

I always try to count backwards when figuring out timing for things.  I need to leave the house by 11:30 (which will probably turn into 11:38, knowing me), so then I should be home and in the shower by 10:30, so I need to eat breakfast around 10 (takes me about 10 minutes to prepare my eggs and cereal), so to be at the gym for 45 minutes, plus a half hour for walking, I need to leave my house for the gym at…..  8:45.  I don’t like not eating breakfast first thing in the morning, but I figure I’ll eat an apple and/or an orange for energy before I leave.  That should be good enough.`

I read somewhere today that it isn’t good to chug water.  I guess our bodies aren’t equipt to handle all that water at once.  It doesn’t do anything bad, but the body can’t absorb it all for hydration needs.  That makes sense.  I also read that if you’re properly hydrated (not only should your pee be clear), but you should pee once every night.  I used to be able to wake up in the middle of the night, take my pill, and go right back to sleep.  Now, however, I try to do that, and all I can think is “Oh man, I have to pee.”  Which sucks, cause I really don’t want to get out of bed.  But of course, I can’t fall back to sleep, cause I have to pee so badly.  So I end up having to get out of bed anyway.  I should just get up right away without torturing myself by trying to convince my head that I don’t have to pee that badly.  When really I do.

I could use some book recommendations.  I started to read The Host, and it sucked.  I got to about page 15, and I’m pretty sure I’m giving up.  I think I read somewhere that you should at least give it to page 50 or 100 (I can’t remember which), but I don’t think I want to give it that much of a chance.  And so, I need more books to read.  My mom brought me home Snoop:  What Your Stuff Says About You, which I started and it’s interesting.  It looks at things like:  in a person’s office, are their photos facing them (which says “Aw, I like looking at my family, they’re great), or are they facing the visitors (which says, “Look at how great my family is.  I have this hot spouse, and adorable kids).  I’m only on page 20 or so, I fell asleep reading it on the couch (cause I was reclined, and my eyes were just so tired).  But I’ll pick it back up tomorrow.

I found an article, The Art of Living in Small Spaces, which had good tips about living in a mini house.  I’ve also found it interesting that in all of my “daydreams” of this little house, I’m by myself, doing my own thing.  I don’t have a husband/spouse/partner/boyfriend or anything.  Maybe if I do get a boyfriend, I’ll make him live in his own mini house.  There will be plenty of room, because I started a mini house community.  We will all barter with each other.  Some of us will grow lots of fruits and vegetables, and others will have real jobs and work outside the house.  The real worker will buy things like milk and pasta, and we will trade our vegetables and eggs with him for his purchased goods.  I could barter therapy with him, but there are strict rules for that.  Each person must agree upon the terms, and it’s better to trade services (I think).  Because if he loses his job, and can’t provide me with 15 pounds of pasta, and 15 pounds of flour, then should I just stop giving him therapy?  It would be better if it was a service, like…. he would mow the lawn every week or something.  One hour of lawn mowing for one hour of therapy.

I would prefer goods.  I can mow my own friggen lawn.  Maybe there could be a clause “In the event that pasta and flour can not be provided, ____ will be substituted.”  That way, I get what I want if at all possible, but there’s a “just in case” clause.