almost...

Aug. 14th, 2005 10:04 pm
verbicide: (me and hobbsie)
I would have done the filing. I still have time before my 11pm curfew. But, and this is unspeakably lame, the unassembled filing cabinet is just too heavy to bring up. Tomorrow, when I have more energy, I'll be able to lug it up. But compressed boards are so freakishly dense. I can't fathom lifting it out of my trunk, let alone hauling it up here. So that can be something for another day. Which is tragic, because my desk is a mess. )

The last load of laundry is finally in the dryer. I should wash my sheets, but I'll do that tomorrow night. I also managed to clean the bathroom clutter and organize things a bit in there.

I really need to clean my closet and buy a shoe rack or something, because it's a cluttered mess in there. Also, let us not speak of the horror that is the hall closet. The linen closet, Sarah would be proud to know, remains tidy. I should also do something neater with the cabling that is stretching in front of the closet. But then I think, why painstakingly pin it to the trim around the closet, why not instead wait to move into a new shiny condo and organize desk better.

I even managed to pull out another book I've sold on half.com. I didn't know if this was going to work or not, but bit by bit they're selling. Not as fast as current textbooks, but it's an almost effortless way to get rid of that box of unwanted books in the closet (which I'm entirely too lazy to haul to a used bookstore). I've printed the receipt and even have stamps.

I think it's time for dinner. Though I shouldn't be eating so late. Mrh.

I'm finding the last 60 pages of The Subtle Knife extremely slow. But that's probably because I'm only attempting to read it when I'm ready to pass out. I think I will try again tonight, anyway.
verbicide: (pensive)
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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.

mmmmsleep

Jul. 19th, 2005 08:32 am
verbicide: (amused)
I was so incredibly worn out by the end of day yesterday. I was in bed by 7, asleep by 9. And except for a brief moment at 2am when I had to pee, I was out like a light the whole night through.

I came home. Made dinner (homemade tomato basil sauce and fresh ravioli), watched a bit of the Daily Show, and tucked into bed with Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix.

I'm still stubbornly determined to finish my re-read before starting on the new book and determined to avoid spoilers of any kind. I finally broke down yesterday and ripped open the Amazon packaging so I could gaze at it.

I wish I could stay in bed all day and just read. But nope. I have to get dressed and get out of the house in the next 10 minutes. Wah!

Also, the funny thing about exercise... when I'm doing it regularly (like every day, or every other day), the momentum carries me through. When my routine is disturbed for a weekend, it makes me want to run around shrieking HAHAHAHAHAAA NO MORE EXERCISE EVER AGAIN!!!! Or something. Stop/starting is so hard. I didn't swim over the weekend, there was no time. I didn't go to Amanda's last night, I had no energy. I'm meeting Alexis on Wednesday, that's a lock. I should go to Amanda's on Thursday. Swimming on Friday. Cycling on Saturday. Swimming on Sunday. And hopefully the routine will give me that momentum I need again.

I did, despite eating a mammoth steak on Saturday, manage to lose the 6lbs of party bloat I gained from Vegas. So there was much rejoicing.
verbicide: (Default)
Hrm. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean, on the one hand I find it reeking of sexist piggery. But I also find it vaguely interesting. I feel sorta ho-hum about the whole shrieking hissing fits that people have about objectifying women. Sexploitation seems to be here to stay. Ok, bored with this topic now.

The frustrating thing about Atkins is that I never feel full, really. Well, sometimes. But mostly I can eat a side of beef and a Caesar salad and then sit around eating 5 million sugar free Jell-O cups. When you know if you just had a piece of bread, you'd be so happily full. But no! No! No! *resolute face*

Pot roast came out fine. Top part seemed a bit dry, maybe I should have turned it over so the top part was also super juicy. Will experiment next time.

Maybe I'll go read Middlesex. It's quite good. Or I can watch Gosford Park again and stare at the hotness of Clive Owen. Purrrowr.

*wanders away*

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