Bits and pieces

I’ve started drinking green tea. I quite like it, possibly because of my blocked nose.
As you know, I was unhappy with my Gold Coast Half Marathon time at first. A lot of it was *activate whining voice* but I worked so haaaaaaaard, and I reaaaaaalllly wanted it, and it’s not faaaaaaair. Don’t frown disapprovingly like that. You’ve been there. You know you have. Except possibly Benson, who I am sure is actually a superhero in disguise (how can I not look up to a man who uses the phrase ‘pegging out the fun-meter’?). Or Nancy. Or Katy. Or Brian. Ok, ok, it was a lame-arse dummy-spit. I’m over it now. It did give rise to some brain-numbing cogitations - to the poor Spousal-Unit's brain at any rate, as he was obliged to listen while I faffed on. My goal was to beat 2.30. For a half-marathon. That’s slow. Some people run full marathons in that time. I wrestled with this.
Argument 1. what right have you got to be so upset? Would have running 2.29 for a half got you a slot on the team for Beijing, a BQ or a Six Foot Track spot? Who other than you gives a rodent’s rear end? Get over yourself, Mrs Self-aggrandisement 2008!
Argument 2. No no no no no! (I have a lot of conversations with myself, we get quite vehement) Just because I’m slow doesn’t mean my goals aren’t important. I’m entitled to be disappointed when I don’t reach them. It’s about the process, not the outcome. I did the work and I’m allowed to be proud, and disappointed. Another champagne? Ta! As time has passed argument 2 has cemented itself as the Official Opinion. That’s good: the Spousal Unit can stop feigning interest/comprehension now.
Sh*t! Better turn off whining voice now. Meant to do it ages ago. Sorry
My brain has turned to mush. Evidence: Nell Campbell was on Spicks and Specks the other day. This is a top show - last week I had the great pleasure of hearing not one but two Irishmen uttering the phrase "budgie smugglers". But I digress. I could not remember the name of Nell Campbell's character in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. My friends, my friends - I watch that movie at least twice a year. I’ve danced on the stage at the Valhalla. I am not in any of those photos. Luckily my brother and sister answered my sms sos so I could sleep easily.
I had a startling realisation this week. I don’t NEED to have large scary goals ALL the time. This is unexpected, but explains why I’m not worrying about being able to do the Hills ‘o Doom bike ride next month. I’ll decide later.The sky won’t fall if I DNS*
My job interview is next Tuesday. If this pans out I could be working in the field I’ve been studying, rather than getting-paid-for-showing-up-to-answer-the-phone-(should-it-happen-to-ring). That would be good.
I have just discovered that there is an Olga Berg outlet around the corner from where I work. Next to an I *heart* Billy shoe outlet. Which are open on Fridays. Which is a day that I work. Is it so wrong to walk around a warehouse crooning and patting things? **

More anon, appreciators of life's pleasures!

*Victoria Police forensic graphology experts have established that, despite appearances, this section of the post WAS written by LBTEPA and NOT some other, sensible, person. LBTEPA is yet to make a statement.
**Yes I bought some shoes. And a bag. You knew that.