Just spastic enough to be charming
2004-05-27 || "See how they feel in a few years when they're dropping like flies of heart attacks"
Hearing: "You Don't" Sara Evans

I find this just really interesting. I'm pretty sure the guy is just doing it to make a few (million) bucks but still, it's nice to see him make the company squirm. On the one hand, it'd be nice if he won because he'd be really "sticking it to" the Atkins group but on the other hand, I wonder if the followers really should just learn the hard way and see how they feel in a few years when they're dropping like flies of heart attacks. If we were living in a society where were walking around utterly and totally uneducated about these matters, maybe I'd feel a little more sympathetic. But seriously, followers of this diet are going against everything nursing school, health class and physicians everywhere have told us - eat less red meat, more vegetables and whole grains.

I debated showering but ours is clogged and honestly, I did yesterday at 3:30. What the hell do I do that's so damn strenuous that I sweat like a pig? Nothing, that's why. Anything remotely physical that I did yesterday, I did before I showered. That included taking out the garbage, doing a load of laundry, hanging the laundry on the clothesline, walking to my parent's house and back three times, doing the WATP video, cooking dinner and clearing off the living room table. Today? Ha. Today I woke up when he did and decided I was going to blow off my typing test for the job that paid just a little more than I make now, especially since I have two more interviews next week at better companies. Then I bid him farewell, ate a few chicken tenders and drank some Diet Coke with Lime and I slept. I slept and had the most bizarre dreams. When I went to sleep, it was 52 degrees outside and it's now 79 with 65% humidity. Can we say "eww"? Well, Tuesday is the first day of June and it's only going to be a high of low 70's and a low of mid 50's. June. 50 degree weather. Have I mentioned that I love my city?

I really don't want to go to work today. Sure, after that, it's a four day weekend but that doesn't matter. I request one stupid little thing in return for me working this job and I thought I was going to get it. Apparently, I was wrong and now I get to deal with the incessant worrying that goes along with it. I suppose if this was full-time, I'd have quit already. I couldn't handle worrying like that for eight and a half hours. There are other options, sure, but they're all either insane or too grandiose. So, I'm going with the least shitty option out of the group but also the one most likely to backfire in my face - I'm going to take the person's word, keep on smiling and continue on like my life is just fucking dandy (I should make note that up until this point, it pretty much was).

In better news, Karen is coming to visit me in about two and a half weeks. This is way cool and gives me something to look forward to but knowing my luck, the plans may get canceled. However, she's got her tickets and has emailed me all the information so the chances of that happening are slim to none. It's only one night but still, that gives us time to go out on the town and have fun. The "fun" may be a little limited, since I imagine if I was pregnant with twins, I wouldn't feel too much like doing anything other than reclining and eating. Hell, worst case scenario, we just do what is already done around here - stay in, grill steaks, make strawberry margaritas (for me, damnit) and watch DVD's.

As for right now, I need to haul ass and put some gas in my car before it's too late.

"You say it's all in my head, but to me, it seems so real"

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