will the violins be playing?
Jul. 16th, 2002 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceI had two weird sleep occurances last night. First, I think I was dreaming that I was making out with someone. But it might have been Marie, as she kissed me awake before she left for work (she leaves a good hour and a half before I do). Secondly, I think I was trying to open up my eyes but couldn't. My first fear was that I had pinkeye again; that my lashes wouldn't open. It's hard to explain, but there have been times that I've been aware that I've been sleeping and "willed" myself awake. Like my brain is awake but my body isn't. I have to thrash around in my mind (which results in my body not moving at all) until I wake up. It doesn't hurt, but it's like I'm in a vegitative state until I wake myself up. Luckily, it doesn't happen all that often.
Last night was spent downloading some of the new weezer tracks, posted on the official website. Haven't had a chance to listen to much, but then again, I am plodding along on dial-up. 1.5 blazing k/s. Cable modem, you will be my savior.
Today it feels like my cold/sinus/virusofthedamned is coming back. I had the forethought to bring a decongestant tablet to work, which is making it's way down my esophogas as I type this. Maybe this is why I've been feeling so run down lately. Makes me a little worried that I'm not kicking this virus. The only temporary relief I get is blowing my nose really hard.
I also think that I'm getting too much in the carbo department and this might be why I'm not losing weight as would be expected from the amount of exercise I've been getting. I'm leaning towards fasting for a few days to see if that helps. Probably more of a juice fast compared to a water fast. I'm trying to get some info on it and see the risks.
In other news, I need to spend more time with the crockpot. I love the concept of an entire meal in one big hot container. There should be nothing holding me back from making cheesy potatoes in the crockpot. One step closer to world domination.
I hope Marie and I can go out for supper tonight. It'll be the last time in a long time, given my schedule for the next week and a half. We'll see what we can arrange; Marie's not one to turn down Thai food with her husband.
I'm re-reading Thich Nhat Hanh's "Anger", which is thoroughly fantastic. I think it's something I should read or at least skim once a year. So much wisdom and logic in such simplicity; this should be required reading.
My entries have been longer and more rambly lately. I think about my journal a lot and if it's really serving the purpose. Sometimes I think I have it focused more on saying things I want other people to react to. I'll admit it isn't very personal on some levels. Whatever.
At the cookout on Saturday, a relative of Marie's uncle said that he felt in order for people to be able to buy a pack of cigarettes, they need to turn in 20 cigarette butts. It was, hands down, the greatest idea I've heard in a very long time.
I'll be spending a lot of time right over here. Could be a little better organized, but my mind is thoroughly boggled over the prospects.
I'm hoping that during the convention I get my shit together. Plan a budget, formulate a plan for the future (home-ownership, Marie's timeframe for going back to school, when to start populating the Earth with our Socialist Army of Offspring), continue on my monthly goals, etc. I feel so disorganized and that so much of my time is needlessly complicated. I'm amazed at my stupidity at times. I've spent too much of my life claiming to be "getting it together" and not enough on actually doing it. No more downtime.
Last night was spent downloading some of the new weezer tracks, posted on the official website. Haven't had a chance to listen to much, but then again, I am plodding along on dial-up. 1.5 blazing k/s. Cable modem, you will be my savior.
Today it feels like my cold/sinus/virusofthedamned is coming back. I had the forethought to bring a decongestant tablet to work, which is making it's way down my esophogas as I type this. Maybe this is why I've been feeling so run down lately. Makes me a little worried that I'm not kicking this virus. The only temporary relief I get is blowing my nose really hard.
I also think that I'm getting too much in the carbo department and this might be why I'm not losing weight as would be expected from the amount of exercise I've been getting. I'm leaning towards fasting for a few days to see if that helps. Probably more of a juice fast compared to a water fast. I'm trying to get some info on it and see the risks.
In other news, I need to spend more time with the crockpot. I love the concept of an entire meal in one big hot container. There should be nothing holding me back from making cheesy potatoes in the crockpot. One step closer to world domination.
I hope Marie and I can go out for supper tonight. It'll be the last time in a long time, given my schedule for the next week and a half. We'll see what we can arrange; Marie's not one to turn down Thai food with her husband.
I'm re-reading Thich Nhat Hanh's "Anger", which is thoroughly fantastic. I think it's something I should read or at least skim once a year. So much wisdom and logic in such simplicity; this should be required reading.
My entries have been longer and more rambly lately. I think about my journal a lot and if it's really serving the purpose. Sometimes I think I have it focused more on saying things I want other people to react to. I'll admit it isn't very personal on some levels. Whatever.
At the cookout on Saturday, a relative of Marie's uncle said that he felt in order for people to be able to buy a pack of cigarettes, they need to turn in 20 cigarette butts. It was, hands down, the greatest idea I've heard in a very long time.
I'll be spending a lot of time right over here. Could be a little better organized, but my mind is thoroughly boggled over the prospects.
I'm hoping that during the convention I get my shit together. Plan a budget, formulate a plan for the future (home-ownership, Marie's timeframe for going back to school, when to start populating the Earth with our Socialist Army of Offspring), continue on my monthly goals, etc. I feel so disorganized and that so much of my time is needlessly complicated. I'm amazed at my stupidity at times. I've spent too much of my life claiming to be "getting it together" and not enough on actually doing it. No more downtime.
