The Untitled Day

Ninja training is in full swing and I really am developing that six-pack that I never wanted. But not to worry today is turning out to be the day I turned my back on discipline, and fueled myself with something, ANYTHING beyond my own cooked meals.

Perhaps it’s boredom or that I am an unimaginative cook or perhaps a bit of both.  Or could be that from the start my day has not gone as planned and this was my terrible reward.

First off my phone informed me “It’s time to find a boyfriend!”→ exclamation and all.


So am I. I sat an extra few minutes in front of my coffee shop not sure, how, why, WHAT!  l shook my phone and pulled the battery and the message disappeared.

Second, there was that flurry of confusing conversations about how, what, when I should be spending my time. I sat back on my heels, crossed my arms, squinted, uncrossed my arms and replied ”You decide.”

Best sentence of my day → well besides convincing the random Jazz Guitar player I really wasn’t interested in how he spends his evenings. I am sure he’s a nice man→ I am not taking my phone that seriously.

In any event, a whole chunk of my day was freed up to do as I pleased, within reason → smiling again inside I began my journey of treating that six-pack to a host of fatty, sugary, wheat-laden food.

I can report as it gets further into the evening → the sugary, fatty experience was fun but I'm over it.

Back to boring, same daily diet of my unimaginative cooking.

2 thoughts on “The Untitled Day

  1. was thinking of you this morning as i was driving into the office. we will have to chat soon. your phone sounds like a jerk. i think you should give it a bath.


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