Boost.

Day 11 without any alcohol. Doing fine, considering I have had neither time nor cause to think about it. Workouts have actually been fun this time around, which is weird, considering how very, very much I hate exercise.

Then there are days like today, when I have two stories due for the Bar Association newspaper, and all I seem to be doing is staring, blankly, at the screen, occasionally letting out a random laugh about absolutely nothing. So far today I have read an article on the Scissor Sisters on Wikipedia, perused the free papers they give out around here – including our local shit rag – and taken about four walks around campus just to clear my head – of what, I’m not sure.

I have taken my iPod with me on each of these constitutionals, as I’ve been spinning Neil Young’s new album, Living With War. It’s frigging blowing my mind. This man is a patriot on a new level of patriotism. The whole album comes off like this glorious celebration. I feel like I am at church when I listen to it, as the songs – with titles like "Let’s Impeach the President" and "The Restless Consumer" – hit me where I live. They are songs in the praise of fairness, and justice, and speaking out against evil. They’re hymns for the times we live in.

So then I come back in here and write profiles about the new additions to our faculty, which I find I am more than ready to do, now. And then I get stuck again, and go for another walk, and have another celebration. When I came back in this last time, I got stuck and began web browsing. I got curious what old King George was up to, so I went to fire up the White House’s website.

Instead, I typed: www.shitehouse.gov

Now I feel I can finish the articles. 

There will be a new music page up after Labor Day, so keep an eye out for that. In the meantime, grab Neil’s record and give it a spin. Seriously.  

alcohiatus

So I’ve been really, really out of shape for the past year. Like, really. I mean, first it was the summer of 2005, wherein I worked 7 days a week and had no time or energy to work out. Then it was moving into the new house, and my allergy problems, and the fall of 2005, wherein I worked 6 days a week.

Then it was the winter/spring of 2006, wherein my allergies got really, really, really, really bad, and I just gave up and started eating shitty food all the time.

And now, with my allergy shots, and 3 pairs of pants that actually fit, and just enough financial liberty to declare five out of seven evenings all mine to do with what I please, I am back on the workout wagon. The problem is, in order to really get back in the kind of shape I was in three years ago – and I mean, great shape it was – I am giving up alcohol for the next few months.

Brian’s birthday is October 25; Jaye’s is on Halloween. Other than that there really is only one event I can imagine which might warrant drinkage, and that’s the Flaming Lips concert, which I’m pretty sure I can get through sober, as it’s going to be hella-fun.

So I’ll leave my bottle of Effen Black Cherry to chill in the freezer for awhile as I try to regain some semblance of health and get my girlish figure back.

Fun With Photo Booth

After church Brian and I went to the mall. Mom got me a Macy’s gift card for my birthday, and I’m leaning very much towards using it for a pink Kitchenaid mixer. Then I’d be able to restart the muggin biz, AND KitchenAid would donate $50 to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. So it’s win-win.

Anyhow, after Macy’s we went to the Apple Store, where I had a ton of fun for about half an hour on the new MacBook Pro with Photo Booth. I made a whole bunch of fun photos, and each one links over to Flickr. So check it out:

BRAIN!

Teefs

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