I’m allowed to change my mind.Â Rather than stop writing on my blog, as I mentioned on my last post, I can USE my writing space as a public record of how I am dealing with these five seemingly simple, but actually extremely difficult, tasks that I placed at the tip of my own feet.
I’m not sure how often I will update this, or whether the ongoing plot will be of interest to anyone other than myself.Â Be prepared for a very slowly-paced story.Â Most of the drama is internal.Â I will not veer from the subject at hand until the dragon is slayed, and the fair maiden trapped in the tower cleverly ties together several of her bras to form a sturdy rope in which I can use to climb to the window and rescue her.
1) I have set up a date for when I am traveling to Los Angeles, and moving my stuff from Sophiaâ€™s place.
I have taken no action in this at all. But I expect a phone call FROM Sophia, once she reads my blog, very very soon.
2) Decided in which city Iâ€™m going to live.
This is a tough one.Â Â Nothing.
3)Â Sat across from an available woman â€” for at least an hour â€” in real life, and flirted with her.
Jason Mayo invited me to his office St. Patrick’s Day Party today on Facebook. When I looked at the guest list on his Facebook page, I noticed MANY available women had RSVPed.Â Unfortunately, I had to be home to get an important phone call from someone in Los Angeles at the same time as the party during Pacific Standard Time.Â Now I know — and you know — that if I really wanted to go to this party to flirt with a woman for at least an hour, I could have devised a plan.Â Â Did I wimp out, fearful of going to a party where I hardly know a person?Â That’s your call.
4) Made a decision on my next writing project.
5) Exercised for at least three days in a row.
Not yet.Â BUT, I spend an hour going through the Exercise TV programs they broadcast ON DEMAND with Time Warner Cable.Â I am going to attempt to do Cardioke (or Kardioke?) with Billy Blanks son, Billy Blanks Jr., a “high energy” exercise which combines dance moves while singing up-tempo Karaoke songs, like those from the Black Eyed Peas.Â I know it sounds rather ridiculous, and I would off myself if a video of me doing this exercise ever made it onto YouTube, but it looks EXTREMELY exhausting, but not as crazy as that Shredding military dictatorship routine.