Monday, March 09, 2009
That's the refrain of an old top 40 song from the 70s. (Really, it is. Look it up.) And it's going through my mind as I watch Castle, starring Nathan Fillion. I knew him from Desperate Housewives and Waitress, but I didn't fall in love with him until I saw him as the crime-fighting mystery author on this new ABC show.
Good thing Clooney dumped me, because it leaves me free for Castle. He's a more conventional and kinda prettier version of David Addison from Moonlighting.
Now I am not diabetic. I am, however, older and fatter than he is. My schedule is also less daunting than his. There are days I can't to the health club at lunchtime because work has picked up. But that doesn't mean I should let myself off the hook so easily at home. I dragged out my Lateral Thigh Trainer (it's a piece of crap, but it's good for getting my heart rate up).
So I am going to try to catch up with him. I am going to use the Thigh Trainer every evening -- more so if I wasn't able to work out at lunchtime. Let's hope that I can maintain this enthusiasm (and that he does, too).
You Are a Lake
You are inviting, friendly, and even playful. You are flexible and always up for fun.
You are downright cheerful and optimistic. You have a sparkling, radiant spirit.
You love relaxation and quiet. However, you are equally able to be entertaining and active.
You live a very well balanced life. People find you very easy to be around.
I originally found this over at Endomental. She'd make a far more enigmatic body of water than I would. :)
I had a dream last night, undoubtedly inspired by ER teaser commercials that don't show Mr. Clooney. For some reason I was outside the hospital on a cold, rainy night, waiting for a cab, when Dr. Ross appeared. We had one of those poignant, sweet moments that former lovers share (in movies and on TV, but never in real life, at least not in my experience). You know, the "are you happy?" and "what's new with you?" questions.
Why did I dream about George Clooney? Hell, look at him! The real question is, why did my memory of the dream pop into my mind as I was doing leg lifts at the health club?
According to dreammoods.com, the rain may be a metaphor for tears, crying and sadness. (Naturally, because I somehow let him get away.) Since night is often synonymous with reflection and new beginnings, I think this means that Dr. Doug and I are finally over one another.
Or it could all just mean that those NOAH WYLIE! ERIC LASALLE! ER commercials are just too damn ubiquitous.
What would you do with an extra hour each day? My appropriate, well-intentioned answer is that I would use the time to work out, or organize my paper-dominated, over-cluttered condo. In reality, though, I'd probably just veg and recharge my battery with more alone time.
Do you wear a watch? If so, tell us about it. If not, how do you keep track of time? Right now I'm wearing a nice silver Timex with an easy-to-read face and a brown band. I also have a similar watch with a black band. I'm looking for a reasonably-price (reduced down to damn cheap) dressier watch.
If it was possible, would you want to know how many days you had left to live? No! What would be the point, unless I could change it?
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