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A friend suggested a candy trail to lure motivation back.  I…just don’t think that will work very well.  For one thing, I don’t know what kind of candy motivation likes.  More importantly, Yaris and Choco would more than likely eat all the candy before motivation even realized it was there.  Candy trails work wonders at bringing unlost dogs back to you.  Instead, I’m going to talk about Iceland.  Why?  Because I like it.  I would like to go there.  I almost did, but then no one wanted to go with me and I didn’t want to pay for a hotel room by myself.  I was so close though.  I think next time, I might as well just go by myself anyway.

Anyway, through Jetsetter, I because aware of Elves and Trolls, a travel site that specializes in Iceland.  I really like Iceland.  I really want to go to Iceland.  I would like to spend a lot of time in Iceland.  Iceland is number two on my list of places I really want to go (Australia is number one, but right now I’m talking about Iceland).  And this package from Elves and Trolls sounds really interesting and I want to do it.  It’s similar to what was offered on Jetsetter that one time and no one wanted to go with me.  I don’t know about the “viking” level of difficulty though.  I’m not sure if I’m as fit as a viking.  How would I go about training for something like that?  Should I try and sail the seas like in the old Norse sagas and plunder and loot towns?  You know, I don’t think I really read about any females doing plundering and looting.  It was probably just the men with their horned helmets and and spears and braided beards and smoked fish and tankards of ale.  Wait, did the Norse drink ale?  I can’t remember.  Maybe just mead?  Mead tastes better than ale anyway.  But do you drink tankards of mead?  Maybe just goblets of mead.  Holding a goblet in your hand while sailing the icy seas doesn’t seem very viking-like to me though.  Maybe they just held goblets at the dinner table and they would switch to tankards when they were at sea.  Although, I would think most captains would have rules against drinking while sailing.  I’m sure that’s about as dangerous as drinking and driving.  Also, it probably would hinder your plundering and looting.

Er…what was I talking about?  Oh right, a trip to Iceland.  I would like to go to Iceland.  If not for that, then this sounds pretty interesting too.  Again with the viking level of difficulty though.  Or maybe this?  Or this.  Sugh, all of those requires people to have prior knowledge of the viking way of life though.  I don’t know how I would train for something like that here, which is not like Iceland at all.  And it would be hard to continuously hold my mustache/beard combo on a stick to my face so I could kind of have a braided beard.

Aside: my beard/mustache combo on a stick looks a lot like this but not quite so looped and it’s ginger and I don’t have a picture of it right now and I left it at someone’s house so I can’t take a picture of it.  I’ll put it up some other time.  In other news, if you want to make your own, these instructions are a good place to start.  Or these.

Btw, you should definitely check out the World Beard and Mustache Championship.

I am realizing that this doesn’t sound very enticing at all.  It’s kind of incoherent and rambly.  I’m not particularly tired…I don’t think.  I just…don’t have motivation.  And I guess I will continue to not have motivation.  Maybe I need to figure out a good viking workout in the meantime.

So…I think motivation and I had I fight.  Motivation is giving me the silent treatment.  Inspiration might also be giving me the silent treatment, I’m not sure.  I think maybe inspiration just took the weekend off.  I hope it’s only the weekend and not like…a month or something.  What is this, Europe?

Anyway, how about this post from a long time ago from another blog?  Huh?  It’s actually kind of a problem right now, so I thought it was fitting to post it again.  Oh, and also sleeping through my alarm/turning my alarm off in my sleep.

I was minding my own business mid morning yesterday. I was a little late that morning and I was reflecting on that and decided that the only recourse is to just get up when my alarm rings the first time. Then I would have plenty of time to do whatever I needed to do in the morning and still get to work on time, just like that quarter in high school when I would roll out of bed and stay out of bed right when my alarm rang. That’s when it hit me. The snooze button is not my friend. It never has been my friend. It probably will never be my friend. All these years when I would hit the snooze button for another 5-10 minutes of sleep has not done be any good. It’s only created mad rushes in the morning as I tried to do everything that needed doing before leaving for my destination. The snooze button has only caused anxiety and tardiness in my life. I feel so betrayed.
That being said, I hit the snooze button twice this morning and I was late for work again.

And also, this comic by Nedroid: