Saturday, January 11, 2020

Girl at the gym

I was inspired to cook two big meals, so I bought a lot at the supermarket. Afterward I went to the climbing gym for the first time in two and a half months. As expected, it was difficult. I did climb my favorite red problem (triangle on the alps) on my first try though. I noticed a girl seemed to be following me around and at one point she came to the same wall as me, did a problem, and stood right next to me. It was awkward and it made my heart pound really fast. Incidentally, she was very cute and had the extremely attractive combination of pale skin, black hair, and a purple top. I eventually decided that it was too strange not to talk to her, so I talked to her about the problem a bit.  Then I tried the problem a couple of times but my limbs were shaking from excitement so I did quite poorly. After that she left me alone which would have made me sad six months ago, but now I'm looking forward to going home and am not interested in making friends. At the one hour mark I tore off a bit of skin on that same problem, and apparently they don't keep free bandages at the gym anymore. I tried to climb without that finger, but it was tough so I quit after another fifteen minutes.

At home I made paneer. I'm not sure how it has turned out yet, but it seemed to work properly up to the point where I put it in the fridge. I didn't really do anything else until going out for game night. We played Move or Die and then some Counterstrike. Move or Die was fun, but so intense that I got tired. I would say that 20 minutes is about the max I could play without taking a break. We did play another round after a break, though. We also played two rounds of Counterstrike in which I once again proved how bad I am at shooting games.

I had planned to go to church but I had too many salty foods without water last night, so I woke up feeling not really hungover but definitely slothful and unwilling to move from my bed. At ten I finally forced myself to get breakfast, after which I felt much better.

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