I have no idea why my work feels the need to be so freaking Cold. It's almost 70 degrees outside and they have the AC on to 50 something. Ridiculous. I suppose it isn't as bad on the floor because there's more space for the air to fill, but back in my little office? My lips are literally blue. Ugh. I find it a bit odd that I'm wearing four layers and still think that I could use a space heater. -_- It's just going to get worse, too. Stupid AC.


I'm toying with the idea of sending a query letter to one of the magazines I submitted to. Their site says that it's okay to do so after six weeks (which it has been, though not by much), and according to Duotrope they've responded to pieces that were sent just a week or so ago, which, of course, makes me a nervous nurotic mess. I know that the longer I wait the better chance of acceptance I have, as that means that they're at least reading and considering it, but I hate waiting all this time just for a rejection letter. However, I don't want to query and seem too pushy, either. Bah. I hate this game.

I have decided, however, to focus on writing humor pieces if my brain decides to cooperate. The two acceptances that I've had have both been humor pieces and those who have read my stuff say that they enjoy those better than the dark, angsty or horror stuff. Personally, I enjoy writing that kind of material better, although I do tend to worry if what I think is funny is actually funny to anyone else. Gah.


I took Evan's nephew to t-ball practice yesterday. There is nothing funnier than watching someone try to get twenty 5 year olds to work together as a team. They're like little monkeys. It was hilarious.

Best exchanges of the hour:

Coach: Come on guys, don't run away from the ball! It's not going to hurt if it hits you, I promise.
Random Kid: Remember that time I got hit in the face? That hurt!

*Evan's nephew scoops up a ball that bounced into his chest*
Coach: See? You got it! That didn't hurt at all, did it?
Nephew: *makes an inch mark with his thumb and forefinger* It did a little bit.

Joined the gym where Evan does massage, yesterday. Hopefully I get get up (and keep up) some kind of three times a week schedule, but I'm not sure how that will last. I'm also attempting to alter my diet to eat healthier, which is...almost working. It's a bit harder than I expected it to be this time around due to the fact that it's not just me who eats the food that is bought. Evan and I make a point to eat dinner together every night, so it kind of feels wrong to limit entrees that he likes just because I'm trying to diet. I suppose I should just limit my portions when we have things like burgers and such. He did make an effort for me (as he did the shopping this week) and got all wheat products, and lean/organic meat, and random low fat/light stuff, so that was nice of him.

I do need to lose this weight, though. I know that it's not a whole lot, but it's more than my limited body image can deal with--expecially now that I'm on this BC and feel like a bloated whale monster a good portion of the time (though it's starting to even out so I feel a bit better). I would like my clothes to fit again. It would be wonderful, especially as it's starting to get warmer and I can't just hide in sweaters. I love tanktops and tshirts and want to be able to wear them without feeling like my gut is hanging out.


Man, I was going to say something else, and now I've forgotten what it was. Man I'm getting old, ha. Ah well, I gotta get back to work anyhow. My lunch break is way too short.