I've started the day off right - at least I hope so. Up at 8 am and ready to meet the day. I woke up at quarter til, so I saw that as a positive sign. Read, ate breakfast, looked up some college stuff, read some more, pushed up, sat up, cleaned up, and now I'm writing up. My toe doesn't seem to be getting better, but it's not getting any worse either, so that's a good deal at moment I'll ave to get to a doctor on Monday though. I want it fixed and our of the way. Worrying about it does give me something to keep my mind on, to stay focused, but it inhibits my physical performance. I've managed to get myself back into the 'fitness' head space again and I'd like to stay there. I dno't want to slack. I want to keep going, full steam, at all times. The more I have to do and get done, the happier I am. Time to go to work.
- Later -
This shift will be interesting. I've got four more hours to go and it's already past five. I don't like these hours at all. Not at all.
Lunch break has been non-productive. Talked with Damon for a good long time. I could tell he was into the discussion about the Earth's magnetic eccentricities and dogs. I can't make small talk. I can't even talk with too many people here at lengths. I think Damon may be the same way. My time is my time, but finding someone else in this menagerie who has an IQ above 110 is a trip.
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