The grass is brown, and the season puts me in the mood to look up, and up, always, for the first dead leaves of the season. Even though it’s just August, it’s the beginning of the end. Maybe I’m just reminded of Alaska, when the leaves were falling in mid-August, when the storms were coming […]
Went out and watched The Dark Knight again with a couple guys from work, and paid more attention to the gender dynamics that folks were mentioning. And yeah, it’s true. It’s so classicaly comic-bookey in the good way (good vs. evil, chaos vs. order, epic villian vs. epic hero, etc), and in the bad way.
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My WoW account expired yesterday, much to the delight of my book contract and my waistline. I suspect the 5 lbs I’ve gained over the last three months have just as much to do with too much WoW as they do with too many flourless peanut butter cookies. Now that I’m on the pump, I’m
Not sure when I’ll be back, but for the two whole readers who come here regularly, do not despair: I am probably not dead.
Wow, that was fast. Today, I learned that a cup of fat-free half and half is 143 calories, whereas a cup of peanut butter is 520 calories. Which means eating half a bowl of sugar free, fat free pudding is about 143 calories, whereas eating half a batch of flourless peanut butter cookies is only
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On the one hand, feeling neutral is so great. There are no gigantic emotional swings, no depression, no pressing need to do do do go go go, no crazy sugar-swinging hysterics. On the other hand, it’s kind of annoying that I find it difficult to get worked up over much of anything when I go
Still feeling too anti-social and tired to get out and about tonight. Hoping to at least go see a movie tomorrow. Now I am faced with the fact that I do not want to cook but do not want to go out and should not be spending money on carry out food. Pancakes and video
…and it’s going to stay that way for at least another year. On the one hand: kind of depressing. On the other hand: this is what you get when you cross wild, roaring 20s with chronic illness and job layoffs: A year of boring suck. Ah well, I’m making the most of it. And the
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