July 2, 2003
Sunny Wednesday
Well, aside from waking up at five o'clock this morning, and aside from getting to work at eight o'clock this morning, it's not a bad day. Got the latest issue of Têtu at the mailbox. Finally tried one of those McGriddles things. I'm reluctant to admit that since I'm on such a health kick lately, and since I've been ill of the estomac as well, but it was an interesting taste. It reminded me of when I was in navy boot camp. For the first week I was there, I was petrified of the place. I remember thinking, "Oh my fucking god, what the fucking hell have I done to myself?" I couldn't eat a damn thing. I was scared I would vomit all over the place out of fear. Is that like redundant or what? But after the first week, I actually started to like boot camp. I think it had a lot to do with establishing a sense of order in my life that never existed before and hardly exists after. This is so not the point I was trying to make.
So, after I started eating again, every morning for chow, I would take two pieces of toast, coat each one with peanut butter, and slap a sausage patty in between them. It was so good. Honestly, it wasn't a hormonal 18-year-old thing to do, because by that time, the cooks had put enough saltpeter in our food to neutralize the sexual urges and such like they scared us into believing. Whatever. I'm sure that's just an old wives' tale. And if I was really in the need of a caloric boost, I would add to that an individual serving box of Frosted Flakes with chocolate milk. It's a wonder how I didn't turn out to be 220 pounds when I was 20 years old. I guess I was much more active then. *sigh*
Another good thing: I don't have to report for jury duty, and I am off the hook for the specified number of months, which I can't recall right now. Thank you, Alameda County.
It's Wednesday of a four-day work week. Friday is off, tomorrow is most likely very light. No clients. No releases. No drama. Well, two out of three isn't bad.
