**yawn**

The sleep situation is NOT good. The cats have officially taken over. First it was the little things...now it's like the doomsday scenes from Terminator...it's them vs. us at this point. And they're winning. Big time.

So I'm pretty much a zombie, and then I come home and nap like crazy, which usually gives me enough energy to survive the gym. But these new birth control pills, plus the cat situation...i've been eating and sleeping and that's IT. Bad bad.

Speaking of the gym....

Anyone who knows me knows that i do NOT go to the gym after work. It's an effing cattle drive...all of us bobbing up and down in unison...I hate that. Plus it's super hot and you're lucky if you can get any piece of equipment. I also don't like people on the machines on either side of me...I take my space bubble very seriously when it comes to working out.

So I tend to go after 10pm...it's alot more quiet (although there's still a ton of people there...I go to the 24HF in Ladera Ranch, it's brand new so it's still spiffy) and you get alot less of the "I'm going to talk on my cell phone or talk for hours with my friends while we stand around" types.

Now let me say...I have respect for ANYONE who goes to the gym. Especially people who clearly are not buff...because that's even harder than someone who's already fit and needs to maintain.

There's this one chick...who with clothes on, probably looks hot. But she always wears leggings and bra tops...which even then I wouldn't be catty about if she didn't pull that "I think I'm hot and I think my body is hot" thing. I can't STAND it when chicks with long hair leave their hair down. It's nasty. And in her case, she's got that dyed-hair that looks more orange than anything else with 3 inches of roots. And she's got great arms because her boyfriend makes her lift weights...but her stomach is flabby (so's mine, but you don't see me flaunting myself in itty bitty outfits!). She irks me.

There was one dude two nights ago who actually asked me if it was okay if he turned the tv channel. That was pretty nice...considering I won't even ask (hey, there's news on every channel at 10pm...i'm doing everyone a favor by putting one of the TVs to SATC or South Park).

Then there's the pull up bar....mmmgugngng. Where I do my elliptical, the big weight cable machine thingy is a few rows ahead but in full line of sight. And the pull up bar thing faces the mirror, which means that when guys are using it their backs are to me.

Usually when guys use that thing, they either have tshirts with the arms cut off or their sleeves get bunched up anyway. There is nothing
nothing
NOTHING
nothing
Hotter than when a dude is using that device. (Totally forgot the name...you know, where you reach above you with your arms outstretched, grab the bar, and hoist yourself up...i'll never in my life be able to do even ONE...my body weight vs. my arms...so not pretty). I'm SUCH a sucker for a guy's neck, shoulders, and arms...i swear sometimes watching the guys on that thing is the only thing that gets me through my workout.

I know.
I'm a perverted old lady.

My coworker seemed in such shock that Valentine's Day is a big countdown. I mean, for Christmas it's a big deal....people decorate a month in advance. For Hallowe'en you're already chowing down on candylong before the 31st of October. So it seems fit that people should be in an extra lovey-dovey sappy mood for 14 days of the year. Even if you're not in a relationship. Suck it.

The song of the day, still in countdown mode to Vday is Lady in Red by Chris de Burgh....that's big time old...
I’ve never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight
I’ve never seen you shine so bright you were amazing
I’ve never seen so many people want to be there by your side
And when you turned to me and smiled it took my breath away
And I have never had such a feeling such a feeling
Of complete and utter love, as I do tonight