05.11.00

 Okay. It's Thursday. And while I realize it's only been a short 24 hours since I was so enamoured of myself, I've had it with the praise. I can't walk ten feet from my desk without someone saying, "Hey man, you sounded great!" Sometimes I don't even have to get up, as suddenly my aisle has become a high traffic zone.

For chrissake, I wasn't playing Maria Callas and singing arias into a speakerphone here. I was just talking! I talk and leave messages every day. There's nothing new here, no new material, no new "schtick". Just me yapping about the system. It makes me wonder just how sincere these platitudes are anyway. They might as well tell me how nicely I breathe and ask if I ever considered breathing professionally.

You may be thinking I'm making that up, that I've not really "had it" at all, but am merely affecting displeasure to appear hip and disinterested. I do enjoy attention. Really. On my own terms. Three days, however, was just enough. I tickled myself pink over it and was ready to move on. I'm now patiently waiting for everyone else to move on as well.

Enough of that. My real dilemma is that I'm at an impasse as what to do about this whole Pilates thing. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But now, I'm not so sure.

Help me decide by clicking that Pilates link to the left there and voting.

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