Stream of consciousness blog. well not really: just a bunch of stuff

okay: I bought a book and figured out the fitness numbers. basal metabolic rate is like what we need if we are lying in bed and literally doing nothing... so: 1500 cals. Then you multiply that by a activity level "fudge factor) mine is 0.3. so... multiply 1500 x .3 to get your activity level number. then you add these two numbers and multiply by .10 to get your calories for digestion. then add everything together. For me the magic number is 2145 (seems high) to drop that by 1lb a week: I have to cut that by 500: either through diet or exercise: so about 1600 cals total. Again: 2145 seems high... but whatever. I have something to work with now.

I have to think of a blog for GF. Out of ideas. I need a muse. And someone to do my laundry.

Erica is into imaginitive play... she "talks" for toys. so far it's variations on "Hello, I am Pablo" and "Hello I am Tyrone" (Backyardigans). Although she has a mommy and a baby dinosaur. Baby "whacks his noggin" and Mommy kisses him better. Very cute.

I am looking forward to Tales of Vesperia tonight: haven't played in a while, II've been a bit sick. The air quality isn't the best in the building either, so I went home to have a nap... Now: here's where the annoying coworker comes in. She insists (very loudly) that I'm pregnant. Fuck off. Even if I was, what business is it of hers? Lots of women keep pregnanicies a secret for the first few months (miscarriages happen more often than you think) and besides if I was knocked up: isn't it my news to tell? But: before ya'll get the wrong idea: I am not pregnant. Just tired.

My section head also offered the acting position to me: I could be managemnt for over 9 months starting January. Could be great: could be hell on earth. Also: not sure if I would be able to keep my sweet part time hours (8-3). So will I take it? I dunno. We will see in January.

that's it: very rambly.