Basically, what happens is that I'll have something I have to do - like today, I wanted to do this submax test thing at four. I had it written in my planner. I thought about it for the past week or so. Then, sometime today, my mind whispered, "It's at six. At six. Don't forget! If you get there early, you can always exercise or something."
By the end of the day, I was convinced it was six pm. Don't ask me why I didn't look in my planner. that would be way too--too--sensible.
In any case I sauntered in at 4:45, and as I put my hand on the door to the gym, at that moment, my mind said to me, "you idiot! It was at four! At four! What is the MATTER with you?!?"
MOTHERF$#&ER!!
I hate getting older.
Don't bother telling me that I am my mind and my mind is me and it can't play tricks on me because I am my mind. I won't listen.
In other news, I've finally found the perfect diet. It was in an edition of the Alibi, which is our alternative press here in Albuquerque. Click and enjoy.
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Grrrr. I hate it when my mind plays tricks on me. I think it happens to everyone.
ReplyDeleteYummmm. Yes I can see why you felt this might compliment my posted Diet. This diet would probably decrease the possibility of being run down in the street. LOL Boys, read up.
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