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Wednesday update
May. 13th, 2009 08:55 amI haven't done much the past two days, but the weekend was uber-busy. You know, graduation, grad parties, movie-watching, dinner with my sister on Saturday. Then there was Mother's day brunch with the family, moving completely out of my apartment (which I've never done before, thanks to summer storage), and into the house. Because of these events and a chronic lack of sleep, I woke up on Monday a bit sick. I still am a bit sick (and my calves hurt, but that's another story).
I am suddenly compelled to tell the story. Monday afternoon me and Dad went to look at office spaces for his business. He's narrowed it down to two places. One is on the twentieth story of a 40-story building, and the other is the top floor of a 2-story building. We went to the tall one first. On our way out, Dad noticed the stairwell, which, surprise! had two doors at its entrance. I let the first door close, and then we realized that exiting the stairwell would set off the fire alarm. Oops. Long story short: we walked down twenty floors, exited at ground level (which still set off the alarm, but we got permission), and got the heck out of there. I never knew that going down the stairs was official exercise until my calves started hurting.
Lately, I've been unpacking the stuff I need to live comfortably at home. The only thing I've been unable to find is a CD from the library. Thankfully, I still have seven days to find it, but this is not a good feeling to have. I'm usually very conscientious about library stuff.
Thanks for reading!
Greeny
I am suddenly compelled to tell the story. Monday afternoon me and Dad went to look at office spaces for his business. He's narrowed it down to two places. One is on the twentieth story of a 40-story building, and the other is the top floor of a 2-story building. We went to the tall one first. On our way out, Dad noticed the stairwell, which, surprise! had two doors at its entrance. I let the first door close, and then we realized that exiting the stairwell would set off the fire alarm. Oops. Long story short: we walked down twenty floors, exited at ground level (which still set off the alarm, but we got permission), and got the heck out of there. I never knew that going down the stairs was official exercise until my calves started hurting.
Lately, I've been unpacking the stuff I need to live comfortably at home. The only thing I've been unable to find is a CD from the library. Thankfully, I still have seven days to find it, but this is not a good feeling to have. I'm usually very conscientious about library stuff.
Thanks for reading!
Greeny
