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I crap every morning almost immediately upon arriving at work.
While it's good to be regular, and not have to buying pallettes of metamucil to have a happy intestines, it can also be annoying because I almost have to schedule my day around it.
No early morning meetings for Aaron.
And if I get off to work a little later than normal, it has the potential to be 20 minutes of white knuckled road rage for Aaron, as he almost kills everyone around him when the urge strikes in the middle of the drive. Then pulling into the parking lot, and sprinting directly into the bathroom.
Today had the potential to be such a day.
As soon as I dropped the girls off at school, I started off towards work, and could feel some rumbling, but figured I could make it to work as always. 30 seconds later, and I realized I not only was I not going to make it to work, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it the 1mile back home.
I was taking the seat belt off at the top of the street, opening the garage door from 100yds away, unbuttoning my coat, and unbuckling my pants while screaming 45mph into the driveway.
I looked like glenn close in The Jagged Edge, running and stripping at full speed towards the bathroom.
Complete disaster was averted, but it's almost an hour later now, and I still feel drained, like I just finished running 10 miles.
I can't figure what did that to me. I had several pickled jalepenos last nite with dinner, but they've never had that effect on me before. It would be an unacceptable lifestyle change if can't eat them anymore.
But I need to figure out what that was all about, or just go back to working from home.







