So, they’re really more grade-school and junior-high nightmares than high-school nightmares, but “high-school nightmares revisited” has the right associations and a better rhythm. I set foot inside the gym at work today. Scary! I’d signed up in December, before my last trip to Hawai'i, but the personal training office seemed unable to actually call me back, or schedule things when I did manage to speak to a human, and actually getting an appointment scheduled felt like a Sisyphean ordeal. But it finally happened today, and I’ve got another one on Thursday. It was kind of intimidating – I felt as out of my element as I ever have, and that includes both the lesbian hayride1 and the house meeting at Campus Students for Christ – but it was actually kind of fun, and I’m looking forward to going back. The trainer would have been more intimidating if he didn’t look an awful lot like me – which means, of course, extremely cute.2
I didn’t make it to the Diesel tonight because I had a bunch of stuff to do. But I didn’t get much sleep last night (partly because I forgot until about 3:00am that I had the appointment today and therefore had to be at work at a more civilised hour than is my custom), and I may not get much done. Sleep is a very appealing concept.
0 which remind me of belly-rubbin’s and puppy-lovin’s, some of which I shall hopefully be fortunate enough to enjoy in May.
1 Actually, at the time, that was my element.
2 Actually, it means similar facial structure and close-shaven hair and beard, but who’s keeping track? He wasn’t verbal enough, and didn’t seem happy enough to be there, to come off as cute. There’s a guy at the munches on O'ahu who looks a lot like me, and has the enthusiasm and verbal facility to be way, way cute, just like me.