I am chock-full of inspiration right now. And if I could have it my way, I'd go run on the treadmill or spend a good thirty minutes on the stepper just sweating it out and smiling my usual lost-to-the-world grin while absorbed in my playlist. (And now I even have an i-pod to flash unlike my prior gymming days.) I would also throw up just to get all the crap I ate through the day out of me. Yuck!

Today, like most other days in the recent past, has been a day of obsession with obscure details and reflection. After a string, no several strings of such days, I am certain of what I want to do with my life - work 80 hour weeks. Not forever, obviously! But for a significant portion of my life starting tomorrow. But since tomorrow will not get me any closer to this target unless I start doing household chores, I might as well put this off to non-recession times. Ha, convenient recession, love you! I even bought a second pair of Poison Ivy sunglasses in a beat-the-recession blues spree.

On a very girlie note, my hair smells awesome today. Looks awesome too. Maybe the rest of the week should be spent in determining and evaluating how to get closer to the 80 hour week and not in smelling my hair. Now, should the three hour daily commute be counted towards this 80 or not?

More to come. Inspiration starting to fizzle out.