When life is going pretty well, when work is pleasant, when I'm not dating anyone... those are the times when I'm pretty bad at saying anything interesting about my life.

Drama is like protein powder (or viagra) for blogs. And with a few minor exceptions, my life has been blissfully drama-free in the last year.

I'm doing interesting things at work, I'm hanging out with folks I like, I'm spending time in my apartment. Recently, I've been having people over at the apartment more -- something that is all to the good, because it forces me to clean my place (the hell) up. I'm pretty sure that the first roleplay night at my apartment forced me to clean a few bits of dirt that had been there since my housewarming a year ago.

Every once in a while, I even go do something extracurricular and fun, like see a play. I even wanted to do so yesterday, or today. But right now, I'm a cripple.

You see, yesterday instead of work, my office organized an "Amazing Race"; basically a scavenger hunt/trivia contest across Manhattan. There was a time limit, and we were only allowed to travel using our feet, or metrocards. Which meant a lot of fast-walking (or for a couple of teams, jogging) all over the city, begging people to take photos of your team doing weird shit. (Shit like getting 10 strangers to hold hands in front of the LOVE statue in midtown.)

And it was fun. But as you can clearly see from the photos, I am an out-of-shape motherfucker. And I am wearing distinctly impractical shoes. (And a turtleneck! What was I thinking?)

So today, I pay the price. My feet are essentially one enormous blister, with bones in.

I can walk around just fine, as long as I pretend I'm very leisurely enjoying a scenic stroll, penguin-step by penguin-step.

But hey, at least I have an interesting answer to "what have you been up to?"