obamarama

so this morning i was in a rush [in other words, it was a typical morning] and i didn't have time to look at the internet before i went to the gym. i figured the election probably hadn't been decided yet anyway since it was so close. on my way out the door, jeremy was all like hey don't you want to know who the president is? and i was all like where's my gym sweat towel? and off i went. well it turns out that once my omg-i-am-late grogginess wore off, i was indeed pretty curious about who the president is. however, i sweat like a big fat trucker at the gym. i sweat like you have never even imagined someone could sweat. for this reason, i always leave my glasses in the car when i exercise (otherwise the river of sweat issuing forth from my head would wash my glasses away in a tidal wave, and the sheer force of the tidal wave of sweat would send my glasses to the floor in an explosion of glass and plastic shrapnel). the tvs at planet fitness are like, i don't know, 30 feet from the elliptical machines, so i couldn't make out what was going on at all. i kept seeing a lot of blue, but then i also kept seeing what seemed to be a video of two guys holding their hands up in the air (i could see outlines and blurry shapes but no distinct features). so then i wondered if maybe it still hadn't been decided. i went back and forth, squinting like i've never squinted before, trying oh-so-desperately to catch some kind of hint, but never managed to. the moral of this story is: don't have bad vision. or maybe also: get contacts if you sweat like you have some kind of congenital disorder.



that's breakfast. it was one of the weirdest smoothies i've ever made. at first it was spinach, cantaloupe, clementine, 1/2 banana. but then i tasted it and it tasted like freshly cut grass, which oddly enough, doesn't taste that good. so i tried to save it by adding some frozen berries and oats. i guess it helped a little but it still wasn't especially pleasant. i drank it anyway.



here is a kitty.



for lunch, i packed a bunch of cantaloupe, a cup o' pears that jeremy bought for me when he thought we'd be stuck without power because of sandy (isn't he thoughtful!?) and a sandwich. it's ezekiel bread with trader joe's spicy hummus, butter lettuce, spinach, and some banana peppers. i am looking forward to this sandwich, but kind of bummed that i didn't have any tomatoes to put on it.



here is a kitty.

so speaking of hurricanes, apparently there are rumors of a nor'easter a-brewin' this way? i can't say/think about/hear about a nor'easter without picturing a dirty old fisherman with an unkempt white beard and tattered yellow rain slicker soberly drinking a beer at the pub and then saying something creepy and foreboding and then laughing maniacally and disappearing into the howling night winds and fog. maybe that's just me.



kitty.