Let the Right One Slip In

Am quasi-watching Burn After Reading while my uterus attempts suicide.  Brad Pitt's character is such an idiot.

I liked the meme rainpuddle13 posted, so Imma do it:

A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.

B. Tag eight people (SEE BELOW!). Don't refuse to do that. ( Don't tag who tagged you. )

Tagging:  Anyone who's arsed to do this.  It's a quick one, promise.

In other news, I'm seriously tired.  Not sure if it's the weather, overtraining (I've picked up another step class and doing water aerobics with various friends, in addition to the daily spinning class) or work stress, but I'm POOPED.  I look terrible (the area under my eyes looks like a croissant - puffy and flaky).  Feel decent, but draggy.  I've been trying to find time to take a day off, but it's not happening for at least another two weeks (when our Admin Coordinator gets back from medical leave).  It would be wonderful to take Tuesday off for the inauguration, but *looks at list* nope.

*chugs Diet Coke*

OH!  I got my feet analyzed at RoadRunner and got a pair of very nice, neutral Sauconys to start the season off in.  On the pad they have you stand on, my feet hardly show up - my arch is very high, and my forefoot is wide - so just the balls of my feet and my heels showed up on the screen.  Interesting.  The person who helped me was quite fetching, and we have the same podiatrist.  We also bonded over our mutual boredom with television in general.  'S nice, if it did set me back a pretty penny.

But this year, I'm going for quality over quantity.

Thursday night I went out for a concert and saw a great band that was opening for Innerpartysystem, called Paper Route.  V. v. good, kind of that indie-pop thing that is big (?) now.

My WMA keeps bringing up French songs...hm.  Je l'aime!

Happy 3-day weekend, y'all.