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Yeah, I totally missed a day. I slept late Friday and was going to post an entry and then got distracted. My second package from Penney's arrived, and I had to root around in it, and then other stuff came along and kept me busy and then I got tired so went to take a nap around noon, and as I was lying there I remembered about the journal entry I didn't write, but I was too tired to get up and write it then, and then I slept until almost sunset, and got involved in stuff and la la la. Anyway. Here it is after midnight, and we gonna let it all hang up.
Part of the distraction is the tiredness, and the tiredness is partly the lingering low-grade headache, and the headache is probably mostly sinus-related, and the sinus thing is mostly pollen-induced, and I've been uncomfortably hot as well as overwhelmed with airborne veggie spooge, so blech. But I've got three new large hoodies, and four new larger pair of slippers, as well as the cheap clock (not yet batteried or hung) and the new scale, which is... weird.
The scale. It arrived a couple of days ago, of course, but I didn't get around to trying it out until yesterday. First of all, it's glass. I mean the part you stand on, and just about all the rest of it, is clear glass, and it's weird to stand in bare feet on a sheet of glass hovering an inch above the floor to get weighed. Then, it is cranky as hell, and if I don't stand perfectly still it can't find a number and after showing a dance of multiple zeros around the readout space it just tells me I weigh E. Its hard to stand perfectly still because 1)old guy and 2)poor sense of balance, plus the digital display is hard to read (gray numbers, ffs.) So it was quite some frustratingly long time before I discovered that I now weigh a distressing... 223 pounds. I mean I was expecting it to top 200, as that happened once before a number of years ago, but 23 pounds over 200? Holy bugger me lubeless, Batman! And Robin! And all the villains!
No wonder I just want to sleep all the time. It's like I'm carrying half an extra person around with me day in and day out. That would wear anybody to a frazzle! And no wonder my legs hurt every time I stand up. I'm effing Orson Welles! Sidney Greenstreet! John Candy! And yet here I am finishing a beer I opened to wash down a sandwich and chips. God I need some exercise! But right now I need a nap! My ass and hips hurt from holding up some enormous torso that has suddenly moved in under my neck. I'll try to think more about this tomorrow, or rather later today after the sun comes up. How did I get myself into this? And how did I get myself into my old clothes? I wish I could do that again.
Part of the distraction is the tiredness, and the tiredness is partly the lingering low-grade headache, and the headache is probably mostly sinus-related, and the sinus thing is mostly pollen-induced, and I've been uncomfortably hot as well as overwhelmed with airborne veggie spooge, so blech. But I've got three new large hoodies, and four new larger pair of slippers, as well as the cheap clock (not yet batteried or hung) and the new scale, which is... weird.
The scale. It arrived a couple of days ago, of course, but I didn't get around to trying it out until yesterday. First of all, it's glass. I mean the part you stand on, and just about all the rest of it, is clear glass, and it's weird to stand in bare feet on a sheet of glass hovering an inch above the floor to get weighed. Then, it is cranky as hell, and if I don't stand perfectly still it can't find a number and after showing a dance of multiple zeros around the readout space it just tells me I weigh E. Its hard to stand perfectly still because 1)old guy and 2)poor sense of balance, plus the digital display is hard to read (gray numbers, ffs.) So it was quite some frustratingly long time before I discovered that I now weigh a distressing... 223 pounds. I mean I was expecting it to top 200, as that happened once before a number of years ago, but 23 pounds over 200? Holy bugger me lubeless, Batman! And Robin! And all the villains!
No wonder I just want to sleep all the time. It's like I'm carrying half an extra person around with me day in and day out. That would wear anybody to a frazzle! And no wonder my legs hurt every time I stand up. I'm effing Orson Welles! Sidney Greenstreet! John Candy! And yet here I am finishing a beer I opened to wash down a sandwich and chips. God I need some exercise! But right now I need a nap! My ass and hips hurt from holding up some enormous torso that has suddenly moved in under my neck. I'll try to think more about this tomorrow, or rather later today after the sun comes up. How did I get myself into this? And how did I get myself into my old clothes? I wish I could do that again.
