Jenny Time

I'm such a creature of habit. When I look at life objectively, I realize I really don't like routine or structure, but when it comes right down to it I can't seem to stop myself from doing the same dang things every day. I wake up at 3:30am, I'm at work by 4:45 and I stay until 10 or 11 (barring a staff meeting or some other routine buster), then I come home and spend the rest of the day on me. Angela works until 6ish, so I have to find something to do to occupy my time. And she wants me to have my "Jenny time." She knows I need to be alone a lot so I can concentrate on my creative outlets, and heck, just so I can think. That might make me boring, but my mind is constantly moving, stressing, and pondering, and sometimes I just need to retreat to solitude to let it do its thing. I wonder if this makes me nuts. Maybe just contemplative. Because if I'm listening to the Black Eyed Peas all the time I can't be nuts! I love the new Coldplay too. And I just bought Alanis Morrisette's acoustic Jagged Little Pill at Starbucks yesterday. Good stuff. All sane.

Oh, I have altered my routine a little bit recently. I used to do my 45-minute treadmill workout in the late morning right when I got home from work, but I've been getting home later and I'm hungry and I can't get on the treadmill in the hungry, weak state, so I eat a ham sandwich or something and that makes me want a cookie, so I eat a cookie and that makes me want another cookie, and by that time I'm too full to get on the treadmill. I don't want to double over with cramps. So I wait. Angela had a bad foot cramp experience recently while she was on the treadmill, and she ended up falling backward and poking a huge hole in the wall, like way bigger than the size of her heel. The conveyor belt just kept rolling and she couldn't keep her balance, and the next thing she knew there was a crater in the wall and she was downstairs rubbing her skinned up knees and trying to find me saying, "Didn't you hear that?!" Hmm. "Sure didn't. Love you. Does this mean we get to go to Lowes?" So anyway, if I were to get a cramp on the treadmill and lose my balance and become imbedded in the wall somehow, who would be around to hear me? Logistics prevent me from working out early in the day. I usually wait until 4 or 5 because the cookie effects have worn off by then. And that way I can watch Sportscenter too. I love Dan Patrick. And Mike Greenberg if he's filling in.

Thursday nights are always "quality time" nights at home, so after I work out and shower I'll poor some wine and wait. We're going to watch White Noise, The Aviator, or In Good Company. Whichever one we choose, I'm sure I'll fall asleep before it's half over. I suck. But maybe today will be the day I break from that tired routine. I should just put a secret Black Eyed Peas feed in my ear. That would wake me right up. My hump, my hump, my hump...My lovely lady lumps...What? Silly Fergie! Oh, the Peas make me so happy...