September 13th, 2002

Salt Precaution

Improper Eating Day

Waffles. At last . . . waffles.

I've wanted waffles every morning for the past week or so, and haven't gotten them due variously to the unavailability of the toaster, or my unavailability to pause for breakfast. But this evening, I did indeed get my waffles.

To-day was a very unwise day of eating for me.

I began at noon, after having been up and about for several hours, by having a piece of toast. Later, at the mall, I at last, firmly decided that I needed to eat. Unfortunately, I also convinced myself that I had no time to wait for a smoothie or a burrito, so right there in Target, I chose two cans of Pringles, a box of Tic-Tacs, and a bottle of Green Tea Sobe. Naturally, by evening time, by stomach was beginning to feel slightly disoriented.

It felt good at around one thirty pm, though, when I was listening to David Bowie's Man Who Sold the World album extremely loud in my car, driving down the sunny street, basking in the sweet air conditioner while shoving those wonderfully non-greasy potato chips into my mouth . . . everything felt right in the world. I wanted to post here about it, but then I actually thought to myself, "Nah, Trisa just posted about being in heaven with a really incredibly groovy little snack . . , gotta be original!"

But of course, I eventually said fuck that . . . and hell, I'm quite happy if I resemble the gorgeous Trisa in any way.

To-day, she introduced me to the astonishing world of Tool music videos (although, sadly, only three of them). And I was made a better person for it.
  • Current Music
    David Bowie - The Bewlay Brothers
Salt Precaution

Turtles and Elephants

What does one o'clock mean to me to-day? In means time to get up!

My completely uneven sleeping schedule . . . I love it. It pleases me in its lopsided way. Sometimes I think I should come up with a complicated mathematical algorithm to determine what time to set my alarm for.

This day I was made aware of what an incredible poet Trisa is. And it's strange because earlier, when I was in the shower, I was thinking about how it's been a very long time since I felt like writing a poem. I decided this was an improvement for me, as it meant I was writing poetry now not for the sake of just writing poetry, but because I was inspired to. I haven't been inspired to, so I haven't been writing any lately.

I looked through my poetry web site to-day, and wondered if I was the only one who's looked at it since I put it up. That'd prolly be just as well . . . Oh! This morning I actually was inspired! Inspired to put applesauce on my cinnamon toast! And it was good!

Hm. I think I want coffee now . . .

Before I go, have a look at how incoherent my notes became in my tragically dull Shakespeare class last night;

And no, Shakespeare was not talking about turtles and elephants last night
  • Current Music
    The Sugarcubes - Fucking in Rhythm & Sorrow