Mmm, rice

There are 23 working days in October. Eleven have passed, and twelve remain. That means that tomorrow is “hump day” for the month. Of course, I have just two more days in the office and then I get two entire days off. it’s this strange thing called a “weekend” that was entirely meaningless to me as a consultant, but now has become a precious little window to freedom.

Also, here’s a news flash: the winner of the Mister Unreliable contest for the past twenty years running has a 100% on-time record in his new employment. OK, so it’s not like a big deal for most people to show up by 9am every day, even for periods longer than eleven days. Still, it’s a nice sign of progress and proof that it is in fact possible for me to be on-time regularly.

Twice I’ve cut it close—today I walked in the door of my office at 8:58am—but both times I’ve cut it so close were days that I worked out at the gym before work. So tonight I’m turning my alarm clocks back another 20 minutes to try to give me more leeway so that I can work out in the morning.

This is important because even if I’m turning into Mister Reliability, I’m also turning into Mister Blimp. This morning’s weigh-in creaked in at 195lbs. Which means that I’ve put back on forty of the fifty pounds I lost two years ago. I am, as they say, such a big fat fuck that when I walk down the street people say, “God DAMN that guy’s a BIG FAT FUCK.”

Ah well, gotta run. It’s ten minutes past my bedtime already, and I haven’t changed my bedtime to reflect the earlier wakeup call. Must take rice off the stove and get some sleep.