now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. So, I should go to bed now. And I will.

Sarah bullied me into actually doing my French homework (instead of complaining about it). And I think I'm ready to tuck into bed with The Subtle Knife. It's getting interesting again.

Activités pour demain:

- Wake up and post an update on nikkinewsnet
- Work (I turned in my case study draft, whee!)
- French class from 5-630 PM
- Dinner with Judy at 6:45 PM
- Come home and try to fall asleep, even though hanging out with Judy makes me very, very hyper

Really, it's a busy week ahead. And since the triathlon is actually weekend after next, I need to bust some serious ass these next two weeks. Going to bed early is going to be important. So I should do that NOW.

Going off the diet (AGAIN *grrr*) has had repercussions. 4lbs up. It was all that pie. Mowr. I would give an internal organ to get back the traction I had last year. You'd think all the training I've done this year would have helped. But see above re: pie. No more pie. EVER. Why is it so freaking hard? I know this is just party bloat, and it'll be gone by next week. But I feel like every week just yo-yos between the same 5lbs. And it just doesn't motivate the way real weight loss does. I know I need to point things out. I know I need to buy some reasonable groceries.

And I mean to, but either things are frantically busy or I'm frantically relaxing from all the franticness. It's stupid and it's lame, but there you have it. I have to sit here and admit, "Okay, I'm climbing back on the wagon." Because, really. What alternative is there? I'd like to still be able to climb a flight of stairs at 40.

I really need to find time to go to the goddamn grocery store. Maybe tomorow after dinner with Judy.

on a perkier note, though

( The joy that is pottery. )