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Mouse Potato - Someone who spends all their time on the computer surfing the net or playing games. Similar to couch potato.

Kirsten = Mouse Potato Extraordinaire

The past 2 weeks were kind of tough for me, physically. I was feeling fairly wiped out after the marathon; not from the race itself, just the excitement, stress, and anticipation leading up to it. During the past 2 weeks, I spent most of the work day here at home… on this here machine… leaving the house only for the occasional errand. Therefore I have made no effort in my appearance because the post office, bank, and library could care less if I’m walking around in stale clothes covered with food splotches and ragamuffin hair. And it has been a lot easier to roll out of bed and throw on whatever is in the pile on the floor.

Yeah, gross. I know.

I had a wake up call this past Thursday night. While out to dinner (Chinese, if you must know) D gives me a surprised look and asked,

“are you wearing your pjamies?”

I looked down and sure enough, I was. But just the top half! At least I showered and my underwear was clean. You know the saying, “never leave the house without clean underwear.”

[My guess is because it is considered rude to wear dirty knickers during an autopsy.]

I decided that it was time for a change… time to end the 2 week funk! I started by removing the jeans that I’ve had on for a week straight before they removed themselves. It was a good start. Now it is time to get out, breath some fresh air, and see people. And no, I do not need to talk to the people, I just need to see them.

And with that I would like to declare today: “do it for the sake of increased productivity day!” 3 tasks have been assigned to me, by me. Prerequisites include: getting me into the shower at a decent hour, dressing me in clean clothes sans coffee stains and soy milk gunk, and more importantly…

getting me to leave the house!

Task #1: I am going to the polls to vote. Hey, might as well - who can pass up free stickers, juice and cookies? What! You only get juice and cookies after giving blood? Well, what about the sticker?

[They really need to think about having juice and cookies available at the polls. I bet that would increase voter turn out.]

Task #2: I am going to pack up my trusty laptop, hop into my trusty Honda and drive to my sketchy school to get some work done. I shall become one with the 18-22 year olds and eat at the Ritskellar for lunch (oh that just reminded me of the "hotburger" vs. "the RIT model Railroad Club" incident - goodtimes). I hear the kids are really into Green Day nowadays.

Task #3: I am going to the gym. Nothing says, “hey, I must be alive because it hurts!” more than a few miles on the treadmill. If I said that I was looking forward to it, I would not not be lying. Last time I was there, the guy scanning my card tried to ravish me with his mad flirting skills:

Him: "What's that for?" (pointing to my bandana)

Me: "It is a bandana, I wear it on my head"

Him: (continues to look at me without saying a word)

Me: "Um, thanks for asking...?" (walks away)

I bet he gets lots of chicks. This is why people only need to be seen and not heard!

Happy Tuesday everyone. I wish you the best in productivity today, from the bottom of my Green Day hating heart.