| 2:43p |
Thinkin' and drinkin'
So, as part of my general motif of treating myself better, I'm limiting myself to two glasses of pepsi max a day. I'm also trying to skip meals less, and when I'm hungry between meals, I'm snacking down on glasses of water. After a bit of poking around, it seems this isn't likely to hurt me in any major way, but it does mean I am constantly sloping off to go pee. There aren't many 'empty' foods - all the fun stuff we like that our tongue seems to react to well is usually doing that reaction with something that is, essentially, bad for us in the levels and concentrations we have. My current theory is that arsenic must taste awesome, because there's no other solid reason I can work out for this tasting metaphor. I'm sitting here, feeling snacky and peckish, but all I can think of that I want to eat is sweet stuff, things like going and frying up some apples in butter, or making myself a jam sandwich.
Bu~u~u~t, that's bad for me, so I need to get my mind off it, so chug water I do. I find myself vaguely paranoid that I might wind up seeming like one of those body-flushing hippies who treat the body like it's an old oily machine press, something they need to wash through every few days with a constant maintenance and upkeep. Ignoring my rants about homeostasis and how you don't wind up collecting extra meat in your colon and all that crap, I was stunned, thinking about those people I know who espouse ridiculous things, and how few of them actually suffer for their odd beliefs. My mother and and my father don't feel anything for their homophobia, for example. Another woman I know believes that chemotheraphy doesn't actually do anything, and is just expensive so as to make money for doctors. Another person has vocalised that atheism is only owned by people who know the Biblical truth, and choose to pretend they don't understand it, and don't embrace it, so as to act morally free.
I dunno. I'm not thinking very clearly right now. I ran through a stack of job applications today and am now waiting by the phone for responses. Oh well, fiddle dee dee. I don't actually have anything interesting to talk about right now, nothing people want to hear me bitching about or complimenting or whatever. And I really, really don't think after the whole situation with Wall-E, people want to hear me reviewing movies, especially onces I've watched recently with friends.
Ah well. |