1) - The alcove of doom can probably be coerced into being an ok place for chocolate-work. I took it for a spin this week, and do you know what? It was doable. There are still a few adjustments to be made so that the quantity of profanities I utter there are lessened to a non-tourrettes level, however I am confident that it can work, maybe even well. Pictures to follow.
2) - The more tired I become, the less I am able to be a well mannered social organism. It was a busy week for us with several nights out. I went into the weekend already feeling thoroughly tired and dehydrated thanks to several late nights, not enough sleep, and too much alcohol. I noticed that social fumbles accumulated the more tired I became. I started the week a little more the social butterfly, and finished it rather like an injured caterpillar morosely dragging itself along. Not so good.
3) - I run 10k with great ease when I am so tired that my muscles aren't able to hold onto extra tension. The easiest 10k I've run in awhile was SO not what I expected when I showed up the track this afternoon feeling more like I ought to be taking a nap.
4) - I have no natural talent for babyfoot / foosball.
What are your recent revelations?