Drinking Like I’m 199.9 Pounds
For as much as I gripe about my weight you’d think that I’d stop using my piehole as a catch-all for any food or beer that is near it. Sadly this is not true and I am paying for it dearly at least mentally if not also physically.
I understand that I am the gatekeeper of my own piehole which what confuses me most when I wake up on mornings like today and don’t even consider stepping on my scale, and let out a sigh loud enough to fill my entire house because the pants which I put on are far more uncomfortable than they were the previous time I wore them.
ITP Flickr Pic
This is one of the paintings on the side of the building that used to house Lenny’s
I Got Me Some Culturing This Weekend
Watch me as I gloss over the fact that I was at the Islanders/Thrashers hockey game on Friday night and watched my favorite team lose in overtime. Rats! Oh well, I’ll be back on Thursday night to cheer on my boys from the island.
On Saturday I went to see some of that Billy Shakespeare stuff at his theater near the adult video store on Peachtree. Them actors have an awful load of talent. If they’d only learn to speak English so that normal-folk like me can understand them it’d be mostly appreciated. While there I saw the play “The Merry Wives of Windsor” which seemed like a poor title. The wives didn’t act merry at all, they were mostly devious. I guess “The Devious Wives of Windsor” must have been used by another writer by the time Billy penned his play.
After the play a few of us were going to go into this bar called Djanos for a drink. Once I arrived at the door and saw that they were frisking people for weapons I knew that it was not the bar for me.
I Had A Dream, It Was An Awful Dream
Last night I had a vividly-real dream that someone had broken into my house and was holding me at gunpoint. Lovely, eh? I don’t know what triggered the dream (sorry about that pun) but it was so realistic that I had to get out of bed and check around a bit.
I rarely remember my dreams when I awake. I really wish that this had been another of those that I knew nothing about…
What I Am Supposed To Do
I have a ticket for the sold out Jeff Tweedy show at The Tabernacle tonight but am not sure I will be using it. I am so worn out from this weekend, and when combined with my hatred of cold weather I just might bundle up and go to sleep when I get home. Skipping concerts is not something I want to do, but sometimes you need to do the things you have to do when there are competing things that you want to do.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – worn out
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing The Shins — “Sleeping Lessons”
Website Of The Day – I admit that I have a food addiction. At least by just looking at food photos at Tastespotting I shouldn’t get any fatter.
Exercise (b)Log – none; none; running/walking, 4 miles
1) Lose two pounds. (starting weight 205 lbs)
2) Run no fewer than fifty miles.
3) Do twenty push-ups and fifty sit-ups at least three times a week.
4) See Manchester Orchestra in concert. [failed]
5) Read two books. [one down, one to go]