Back in the USSR

shirt: Banana Republic, sweater: Fossil, jeans: bdg for Urban, shoes: Linea Paolo from Nordstrom

Blearg.  Back to the real world.  The daily grind.  Real life.  No phrase makes it better... I am back to work.  Oh well, without work how do we know what is vacation? (Oooh, existential!)  Anyways...

It actually wasn't that bad coming back.  No real fires to put out.  Everyone covered everything perfectly for me, so it felt like I could just slide back into the rhythm of things... You almost wish it wouldn't work so well without you though, ya know?  Like if it just CANNOT be done if you are gone it makes you indispensable (and yet, unable to take time off...hmmm...).  In some ways it's kind of nice to be back to real life.  At lunch I was able to memorize lines (or rather, realize that they are already mostly there--hooray!) which I conveniently managed to procrastinate while on vacation... Plus, I always enjoy making funny faces and mouthing bizarro things in Starbucks.  They think I'm crazypants and I LIKE IT!

I am totes debating going to yoga tonight.  I even gave myself a little incentive (phad thai from Mai Phim if I go), but I am STILL unmotivated... We will see how I feel after work, but... it's not looking good.  A relaxing night at home just sounds too appealing. Plus my back is killing me from that massage yesterday.  I am actually not sure if the massage made it better or worse... Oh well, I have a doctor's appt on Fri to get an extra 6 or so massages.  It would be nice though, to get back into working out.  Lazy vacations, like the one I just had, make motivation difficult.