january 10th, 2017: it's a show of force

the mornings when i skip the pre-bed pills are always so much smoother. i have some extra time, so i watched an episode of bobs burgers. i feel like someone else did the robot thing. south park maybe? 

i couldnt find my work key so i killed time in the old building. talking about the england days...and how they werent great. eventually its back to the work world. lots of things going on. all small. that makes them easier to process or whatever. that massive downtime between meetings was rough though. a good 50 minutes of just sitting in a hall. hearing people joke about prepatory commands. its not great.

a light gym workout. trying to feel something, but not too much. its a fine line. i could just not go to the gym, but i wanted to finally break out and break in those kyrie 2's. theyre nice. exchanging tips and such with that moreno dude. 

smackdown and cooking dinner. the subject of practice came up a day or two ago, but nobody wanted to say anything until like 30 minutes before actually doing it. makes it easy to pass up.

it just clicked in my mind that im probably up for breaking out. and what do you know...looks like i am. and a list is only weeks away. but is also a slot that seems to be 'indefinite' so thats...something.