Counting Steps

My entire life I have done things a little different than others without realizing it. Things that I thought were 'normal' and that everyone did, I have recently found out are not that normal. The other night, the lights in my parents' house were turned off during the remodel of some of the rooms. Since the hallways were dark, I ran up the stairs to put something away in my room and saw my mom walking very slowly up the stairs. I was like, "Come on Mom, there are 14 steps, just count them." She was surprised that I knew the number of steps to get to the second floor and after knowing the number, also went up the stairs quickly. I know the number of steps it is to get upstairs, the number of steps from my bedroom to the bathroom, and from the stairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I guess since I was a little kid, I've always counted things. This has made navigating through the house in the dark faster and less scary for me. I'm surprised that nobody else in my family or the friends that I've asked, know the number of steps it is from one room to the other. This random number counting has especially helped me since getting my new pair of glasses which initially made me very dizzy and which threw my depth perception off a little bit. If there is blackout, just ask me how many steps there are to get where you need to go, it's just one step at a time.

Drive-thru

Last night, we had a random craving for In-N-Out so me and Bertrand decided we'd go pick some up for dinner. Right before entering the parking lot, we started wondering if it would be cheaper to buy the burgers and fries seperately or to order the value meals. Since neither of us go to In-N-Out often enough to know their prices, it was a bit harder for us to figure out the whole deal calculation beforehand. Peeking inside as we drove by, I noticed a line to order food and also noticed the nice empty drive-thru. Bertrand wanted to go inside since he didn't want to be rushed into making the order but I was too lazy to actually get out of the car and suggested that we pull alongside the drive-thru. We pulled up along the outside of the clearly marked lane, rolled down the window and looked across the lane to see the prices. Once we'd figured out what we wanted, we backed up and pulled up into the proper lane. Since it was a gorgeous day out, there were plenty of people eating at the tables outside of the restaurant which also meant plenty of people seeing us two retards pull up alongside the drive-thru to 'order', roll down our windows, then realizing our mistake, back up into the real lane. As soon as I realized what these people looking at us were thinking, I completely lost it and couldn't stop laughing, which probably confirmed to them our mistake. Honestly...we knew what we were doing.

Stuffed

I finally got myself motivated enough to go to the gym for the first time in a long time yesterday. I worked hard on my non-athletic body and felt pretty proud of myself when I woke up this morning feeling a little sore. It's the good kind of sore where you feel like something is actually working. As a result, I celebrated with Krispy Kreme this morning and Coconut Creme Pie for dessert. Yum.