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He can't even run his own life.
Apr. 15th, 2004 12:12 pmI might not have the most healthy eating habits in the world, but at least I do a pretty good job of maintaining my blood sugar by monitoring my protein intake and the frequency of eating. I get a good night's sleep most every night. I rarely consume alcohol, my tobacco smoking had been approaching a statistical zero, and I avoid most all drugs in the form of recreational or drugstore, with the exception of my testosterone injections and the occasional melanotin tablet (not that I NEVER do any, just it's infrequent). But this week, my body is all messed up. My sleep pattern is off. I've skipped dinner twice and the one night I did eat it, it was at 10 pm. I've smoked more this week than the past two months combined. I've had lots and lots of sugar and not enough protein. I drank half a bottle of wine in a short sitting. I've had too much coffee and not enough water, with the exception of this morning where I actually FORGOT to make and drink coffee. Why do I need coffee to make coffee?
It's possible the that most productive thing I did last night was going to the store to buy milk, bread, and butter when I was really really angry about not being able to take a nap. I started several things last night, but the only thing I finished was copying some CDs. Oh, and cutting my hair, though I did get tired in the middle of that and would have briefly considered leaving it unfinished if it wouldn't look so ridiculous. I couldn't even finish watching the Angel DVD and had to go to bed, where I fell asleep somewhat quickly and deeply, then got jolted awake when I thought there was an intruder in the house. I was alone in the bed and I thought it was 4 am and Lowenstein had fallen asleep on the couch, but then I heard the faint sound of the television and realized I'd probably only been asleep for fifteen minutes.
I need to hit all my reset buttons. I wish I could do it at once -- get 8 hours of sleep, a good walk or other exercise, a balanced meal, lots of water, and enough caffeine to keep from withdrawing without overdosing.
I'm considering spending my hour in therapy sleeping. But that's a pretty expensive nap. Good thing my tax refund came in the mail this week.
Despite my fog and out of sorts body, my day's going somewhat successfully as far as personal productivity (bills paid, mail sent) and day-job projects (completion of several outstanding small tasks and now an afternoon researching Iowa cases ruling on mootness and standing). I rode my bike to the train and didn't get as winded, but I do need a new seat cushion because my ass gets tired before my legs do.
If I were a remix single from 2002, I would be Ashanti's Unfoolish.
It's possible the that most productive thing I did last night was going to the store to buy milk, bread, and butter when I was really really angry about not being able to take a nap. I started several things last night, but the only thing I finished was copying some CDs. Oh, and cutting my hair, though I did get tired in the middle of that and would have briefly considered leaving it unfinished if it wouldn't look so ridiculous. I couldn't even finish watching the Angel DVD and had to go to bed, where I fell asleep somewhat quickly and deeply, then got jolted awake when I thought there was an intruder in the house. I was alone in the bed and I thought it was 4 am and Lowenstein had fallen asleep on the couch, but then I heard the faint sound of the television and realized I'd probably only been asleep for fifteen minutes.
I need to hit all my reset buttons. I wish I could do it at once -- get 8 hours of sleep, a good walk or other exercise, a balanced meal, lots of water, and enough caffeine to keep from withdrawing without overdosing.
I'm considering spending my hour in therapy sleeping. But that's a pretty expensive nap. Good thing my tax refund came in the mail this week.
Despite my fog and out of sorts body, my day's going somewhat successfully as far as personal productivity (bills paid, mail sent) and day-job projects (completion of several outstanding small tasks and now an afternoon researching Iowa cases ruling on mootness and standing). I rode my bike to the train and didn't get as winded, but I do need a new seat cushion because my ass gets tired before my legs do.
If I were a remix single from 2002, I would be Ashanti's Unfoolish.
