Its Sunday night and my week and a half of not working has finally come to an end. I go back tomorrow and the rest of the week, and then off for another two and a half weeks. Yes, its a rough life I lead. I took my PT test on Thursday morning and I did ok on it. Which is really all that matters. As long as I pass, I'm good. But I really wanted to do better. I had been working my ass off for months, but then with the move and being so dislocated for over a month, I think that kind of screwed me up. I didn't work out nearly as much as I would have liked, but it all worked out in the end. I hope that I will have the time to keep getting better. It will definitely be more difficult without a trainer yelling at me at least three times a week, so I need to stay on top of my workouts.
I have spent an inordinate amount of money in the last few weeks, and frankly, I need to stop. Its getting to be mildly ridiculous. Thankfully I get paid in a few days, but still. Time to quit.
Yesterday I walked around downtown San Antonio for a few hours, getting re-aquainted with this quasi- lovely city. There is definitely some beautiful spots down here, and, like all big cities, it has its ugly places. But I wanted to scout out some places to take pictures, which I did this morning. It was nice, just walking along the Riverwalk and the empty streets. It was very quiet and pretty peaceful, actually. This morning, anyway. Yesterday, on a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon, it was pretty damn hectic, but I enjoy people watching, so it was ok.
I went to a bar with a guy in my class that I have known for awhile (we went to military training together) to watch the UFC fight last night. It was a good time with some good people. Unfortunately the great state of Texas, or at least the city of San Antonio, allows smoking in its bars. After having been in Arizona and Washington for so long where smoking isn't allowed, it took my by surprise and was wildly irritating when I found this little factoid out. Thankfully I don't go out much, but when I do, I smell like an ash tray. Blech. I could live without it. Either way, it was a good time last night.
Well, I had some more profound thoughts from earlier in the day that I wanted to put into this thing, but have since forgotten them all. Which is why I need to record these things down when they happen, because I am notorious for forgetting such things. My phone even has a digital recorder on it and I see it there, staring at me whenever I scroll through my prolific apps, but somehow fail to use it. Ah well. Perhaps my astute insights and deep thoughts will return to me at some point.
So on that not-so-high note, I am going to bed. I need to work out tomorrow morning before class, so that requires me getting up fairly early, and necessitates and even earlier bedtime. Like now. Night peeps. Hasta.
Oh yeah, maple/dijon pork chops and sauteed cauliflower 'rice/potatoes/couscous' rocks. Just sayin.
Oh, and...blood orange italian soda and disarrono is pretty fantastical too. K. Night.
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