So.
After 7 months I went 'walking' with my brother. Two miles, no problem, right?
Except, we were speed walking.
And yeah. Definitely not exactly the jogging pro anymore.



I don't have conventional cable/awesome television. So I got treated tonight and got to watch two episodes of Living With the Wolfman.
Holy SHIIII-
I must get this series if they have it out. It is inspirational and excellent.

Oh and by the way, knowing all your CDs are in a CD book before freaking out after finding all the CDs are missing from the cases - good information to keep.

Oh girls, how I'm enjoying a rare moment of not enduring the Red Wave as everyone else is.
Like I haven't for about 2 years now 8D

Other than that...
IT'S CATURDAY!
POST SOME FUKKIN' CATS.


On another note, I'm hoping the copius amounts of energy drinks I consumed today have somehow jolted the creative juices in my brain - and we'll be seeing another upheaval of Eric and his crew.

Things have changed for the better at work though. A god's smite of students were moved to another branch of our flight school - leaving only a handful at my place of work. Definitely not as busy.

I've been having weakness in my lower arms recently. Fingers curl up and lose almost all muscle control, and I'm not sure if they're going numb or not. Also been having what could almost be called 'anxiety attacks', but they're extremely tiny bursts of welling/tightening sensations in my chest, I feel like I'm going to break down and my voice fails on me. That's nothing new, but I'm wondering if the arm thing might be related to the recent iodine supplements I've been taking. Something to look into.

I think I might need more vitamin B or more iron_hide in my diet.

I appreciate all body types, really, but trying to find a decent shirt that doesn't feel funny to wear is such a pain. It's almost November and I'm seeing these teenybopper fake tan fake blond girly girls that most likely couldn't lift their own body weight running around in hotpants and scrap of cloth that is a 'shirt'.

Size 'medium' has changed in the years.

I guess I'm going to have to start looking for NUMBERS to wear now.
Shit, I don't even know anymore.

So, as the exalted processor of calibration reports, I had a few interesting repair notes float through today.

"Ratchet head is not operating properly."
"Ratchet head was dry of lubricant."

These are in regards to torque wrenches.
Take it as you will :3

Believing in yourself is just as important as others believing in you.