|You are 51% geek|
|You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you’ll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you’re a technical geek, you’ll be able to afford it, too. If you’re not a technical geek, you’re geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don’t date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You’ll constantly try to out-geek the other.|
I have been feeling so energized this week. Maybe it’s the whole bipolar thing. Now that I’ve had a low I’m on my way to a really good high. Or maybe I’m not bipolar at all and I just had a few crappy days and now I’m getting my shit back together.
Karen bought a treadmill over the weekend, and I’ve been using it every day. Couple that with the walks I take in the afternoons with Eve, and I’m not back to the same level of physical activity I was at when I was really motivated and into weight watchers. I’ve had two weeks now of consistent loss, and with this new burst of activity I’m hoping to see even better results this week. I’ve also been finding it easier to eat less recently, for some reason. Again, maybe it’s just the whole attitude of feeling better about myself and not taking comfort in food.
Eve and I pitched a project to a store in Ybor City last night, and I’m really excited about the prospects of working for these guys. The place is called “Kicks on 7th,” and it’s a really cool kink shop. While we were there a stripper was in the place shopping for costumes, and Eve said they get a lot of strippers in there. Can’t go wrong with strippers. Randy, the man who runs the place, asked me if I was single. When I told him I was he said “you’re going to like working here.” One of the reasons I’m so excited about it, though, is that Randy seems like a genuinely nice guy. Eve picked out a wig to purchase for a friend of hers who recently had brain surgery, and he told her to take it and not worry about the price for now, since “we’re working for him.” How cool is that? He didn’t even make her sign anything. Just gave it to her on faith. It doesn’t seem like you run into people like that too often these days.