Day 244: Carpet Cleaners LOVE My Blog

As a marketing director, I have long studied what kind of traditional and non-traditional 'synergies' exist between disparate capitalist entities so that I might unite them in the service of higher profits. Nothing is more satisfying to me then to discover one of these connections. Less sweet, but always exciting is when one is discovered for you. Clearly, the Carpet Cleaners of the Internet have discovered my blog—and clearly—they love it. Nearly every day there is a new posting. For a while there, I hardly keep up with them, I was deleting them so rapidly. They all feature the same exact language, and they are sweet to note, "I am glad I stopped by even though its not a perfect match." You know, it makes sense because most carpet people I know are mordantly obese, so maybe they are looking for pointers on how to lose weight. They could start by jettisoning the dunkin donuts steakwich in the AM.

Breakfast
2 Eggs
4 strips Turkey Bacon
2 oz cheese

Snack
1/4 cups almonds/cashews
4 spoonfuls lowfat banilla yogurt
1 cameo apple

Lunch
Chili
6 Melba Toast Rounds
Cheddar Cheese

Dinner
Steak Tips
Broccoli
Peppadews

I did get to the gym today, but iPod problems kept me slightly off balance. First, I could not unravel the earphones (a $19.95 Sony clipon pair). Then, it appeared that the iPod was out of battery—I got the dreaded dead battery icon, along with the message "Your iPod has run out of battery. Please plug it into an external power source." I knew this was balderdash, but of course my worst fears were confirmed when I heard the music the gym was playing—mindless, wordless, technobeat. Sometimes there's popular music, and sometimes there's not. Today, when my music source was iffy, it was not. Knowing I had little choice, I endeavored to keep elliptical-ing while simultaneously fumfering to get the iPod to restart and reveal the battery power I knew it had. After a while I was successful, and I got back to business. But it was a struggle. I think it took me twice as long to run half as long, but it's a sweat, right?