I Feel:

- That the plus of working in the sticks is that the local radio station signal sucks, so big city radio gets all the airtime.

- That the only downside is our French-Canadian office lady singing along loudly at the top of her lungs. You haven't heard Lady Gaga until you've heard it backed by a 50+ woman with an accent so thick you'd think she shits poutine.

- That with running, the gym, work, and life in general, I'm waaaaay behind on my pop culture - haven't read Hunger Games, haven't seen Mad Men, missed every single episode of Dog the Bounty Hunter - its like I'm living in a cave.

- That even though I say I'm not going to push really hard at my 15k race this weekend, if I'm close to a good time, I'm going to run my fucking ass off.

- That even though I haven't been at this location for 4+ months, people come up and ask if I was on vacation. A 4 month vacation? I'd never quit the job that provided that. Hell, I'd shank anyone who tried to take my job.

- That now that I know celebrities respond to Tweets,(I know two people) I'm deciding which star I want to overwhelm with my "irresistible charm and wit".

- That although the office lady has a French accent, if you mention her singing she develops a very German attitude - if you know what I mean.

- That when someone tells me their favorite movie "from when I was a little kid" is Titanic, it just makes me feel old.

- That I console myself with the fact that at least it wasn't Pearl Harbour.

- That I just might take a chance and nap on the work couch for the rest of my lunch hour...

Later.