Saaaaaturday, Saturday.

Ah, ten hour shifts. I didn’t even feel that tired by the end of it. I just made a mental note to ask Candi for a backrub. I was ridiculously hungry, though. The cumulative fatigue didn’t hit me until I got home.

I’m definitely getting a lot more confident in running shifts. I’m not nearly as paranoid about everything that needs to get done. I’m getting better about moving people around and delegating without feeling like I need to think everything TOO far in advance. Man, weekends are rough. I didn’t even get a chance to eat after noon. I had something small around 11, I think.

The girl said “Food” and I immediately thought, “I’m starving, let’s go to Macaroni Grill.” Because portions are large and it’s best to go when you can appreciate it. There was a wait on tables, but it was worth it. I don’t know where the hell all that food went. I mean, I was stuffed, but I didn’t feel bloated at all. Ah, I love being me. I was half-awake by the time we finished eating. I think we got a table around 8 PM, which means I went around 9 hours without eating, with my last full meal around 7:30 AM. Yeah. Food is important or you die and stuff.

We played Umbrella Chronicles for a little bit. She kept mistaking my cursor for hers. Or we’d both be targeting one guy, so we’d switch targets to the same different guy. It was amusing. Still tired. Still not ready to sleep. She introduced me to Super Mario Galaxy, which seemed like Mario 64 on crack. I think she got annoyed at me because the most fun I had in Mario 64 was just jumping back and forth. I forget how many stars I got in Mario 64, but I just thought the game was too hard. It didn’t feel like a Mario game. It felt like a different game with Mario sprites.

Then again, in introducing the girl to Super Mario Bros. 3, that game is a large deal harder than the original Super Mario Bros.

I slept like a rock.

I almost forgot about my Sunday jog. I didn’t find time for my Saturday workout and I didn’t go jogging Friday, either. Jogged around 1.5 miles. Little cold outside. I feel okay. These metabolic routines are getting to me. Part of me wants to lift heavy things. I’m not sure whether to stick to my initative of finishing through Fat Loss III, or go with what my body wants me to do. Which is lift heavy things. I haven’t reached my goal of jogging 3 miles. I’m sure if I rededicated myself, I could reach it. On a good day, I can do 2 miles. Just have to add a mile to that. In 4 weeks, it’s doable.

I think I’ll wake up the girl by rubbing my package in her face. Not sure whether she’ll want to leave before I head off for employment. It’s almost noon.