...was...kinda boring! But, hey, do you see me complaining? No sir. You do not. This is a complaint-free blog post. It was just kinda bizarre to not be at work, not be at a new job, not be on a proper vacation---but just be at home with nothing much to do. I guess this is what retired and/or rich people do. And cats.
Actually, I did get up and haul myself to a yoga class. Now don't be scoffing at yoga, you rabble. I can hear you scoffing from here. But really, it's like aerobics for flexible hippies. Not that I'm one of those. I'm not. But everyone else in the class kinda was. Your humble blogger, meanwhile, was somewhere between an actual sweat and a flop sweat, as I continually failed to do a bunch of balance poses, like Tree, which require one to actually have a sense of balance, which I clearly don't, because I spent most of the class tumbling over like a drunk trying to walk a straight line. They say that yoga is good for the ego, but since I spent most of the class thinking to myself, "Wow, I really suck!", I'm gonna say this wasn't exactly the case for me, and to those who told me to do this so I'd feel better about myself, I have this to say: Fuck you! Just kidding. I love
yoga. Really. I think it was a combination of not being quite awake yet, possibly having alcohol lingering in my body still, and, well, sucking at yoga. I still love it though. After all, it enables me to get into positions just like this:
This, by the way, is another photo from my last day at 1up.com, which shows you just why it was so difficult to leave this job. I mean, seriously. Look at that. That's a work day. All I have to say is, if EA doesn't allow me the opportunity to sit in toy chopters now and then, I will have made a VERY BIG MISTAKE.
The rest of my day today was spent on various leisure activities: I plowed through Terry Pratchett's Mort (hilarious), went on a nice walk to an outdoor cafe with the wife and dog, and then went motorcycle shopping for my new bike (yay!) as a present to myself for the new job and a way to cope with the 70-mile-a-day commute--except that the motorcycle shop was closed today. So that part blew.
But now I am drinking coffee out of my Brodeo coffee mug, listening to Roxy Music's Avalon, and looking at ridiculous photos (like the one above) of my last day again, and I have to say: I have had much worse Mondays, after all.