Gym Visit and Kilted Toons

After an exceptionally-high drama day at the office yesterday, I needed to go to gym to deplete some nervous energy after work. I swear, the bears were out in droves. It was a semi-warm day, so maybe hibernation is over. After exhausting myself on the stairclimber and elliptical trainer in the cardio cinema (playing "The Love Guru"... ugh...), I went to the main cardio area to watch "NCIS" and walk my cool-down on a treadmill. The cardio area overlooks the free weight area, where so many bearded musclebears were lifting, grunting and sweating. Working out is so good for a person. Really. Of course, I packed my gym bag for today then promptly forgot to put it in my car this morning. Grrrr!

After seeing some great kilt shots on a friend's journal entry yesterday, I felt compelled to do some drawing last night while watching a Netflix movie. I put them behind the cut because of their size and to save the uninterested.

( Two Work Safe Toons Behind the Cut )

A Surreal Glimpse of My Mental Odds and Ends

• I had a dream last night that I was sharing a house with a young female roommate who apparently could channel spirits by typing their words onto her typewriter. While the roommate was sleeping, I heard her typewriter clacking away in the next room. I went to the typewriter and several keys were mashed down and stuck. The only word on the paper in the machine was "BERNICE" and I believe it was the roommate's name. I think there may be a scary story in this somewhere.
  
  
• When I work out in the dark cardio cinema at the gym, iPod blaring in my ears, I daydream that I am performing at a rock concert, singing the songs I'm hearing. While I can't sing well in real life, I do fairly well in my imaginary one. I don't sing out loud in the cardio cinema, but I do tend to move my lips I think. Covered in sweat and breathlessly singing into a mike, I am cheered on by an amazing crowd at odd concert venues, like the courtyard of the Bunratty Castle in Ireland. In fact, I perform there often.
  
  
• Even though I know he's a cat, I sometimes talk to Murphy as though he were human. Last night as I was doing some computer things and was up past my usual bedtime, Murphy came into the room, meowed at me, and then sat back and stared at me. It was bedtime and he was wondering what I was doing up so late. I looked at him and said, "Geez, Murph, don't be so pushy..."

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