Today was a productive day. I battled the cold and went for a run outside, I’m one episode away from having watched the entire first season of JAG, and I acquired some new items. “New items?” you may ask. Yes, new items. While out running errands with my mother, I acquired a $29.50 store-credit to Express, a baby pink/white Von Dutch trucker hat, two DVDs, trail-running shoes for my upcoming move to Nevada (I hear there’s great hiking there), and a Gateway cow-print optical notebook mouse. I also acquired an e-mail sent out by the Officer Programs Officer for the Navy’s New York Recruiting District, but I’m pretty sure that it was meant for someone else — like the Recruiting Department — not me. Typical.
In addition to acquiring these seven items, I also did some reading today. I finished The Phantom Tollbooth which I started last night, and I memorized the sleeve insignia of the Navy officer ranks — not the enlisted ones and not the collar insignia, but all of the sleeve insignia from Ensign to Admiral. After that, I read my W-2 form from Insano and looked forward to the future arrival of such forms from my other jobs. (Yes, I used to have jobs.)
I did three sets of 15 push-ups and tried on a few of my “skinny clothes” and contemplated deciding what underwear to pack for Las Vegas. I ate a total of 51 grams of protein and actually stayed in my Weight Watchers POINTS target.
I am now situated in front of my laptop, hair in pigtails, Von Dutch hat on head, wearing Abercrombie jeans and a Hanes little boys’ wifebeater, examining the definition in my deltoid muscle with a devious grin on my face, trying to think of a witty way to end my journal entry.
A Commander has three stripes and a star.
