Once again, i'm doing my impression of someone with a social life. I have nights out planned for tomorrow, Monday, the following Saturday and Thurs 25th. This may not seem a lot, but to me it's a jam-packed social calendar I hope my body is ready for.
According modern computer scienteriffic methods and LolaBlu I look like Demi Moore.
My cold is getting better-ish.
I am sober, for the first evening in days. I'm not certain what to do with myself.
I think I should start with the situps again, i'm not gaining weight but I am looking a little chubby around the gut, probably due to beer.
According modern computer scienteriffic methods and LolaBlu I look like Demi Moore.
My cold is getting better-ish.
I am sober, for the first evening in days. I'm not certain what to do with myself.
I think I should start with the situps again, i'm not gaining weight but I am looking a little chubby around the gut, probably due to beer.
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Social events are so weird. It's starting to feel like they're really incongruous with my life. For instance: after I spend all of this weekend sitting in my pajamas writing about a woman who's been dead for nearly 600 years, I'm attending a party Monday night on a yacht. What the hell am I going to talk about?
Sober evening - I usually clean my room or paint or read or surf the web. But then again, most of my evenings are sober but only half an hour long after work and gym and food before I have to go to sleep. Gah - too short evenings!
Situps won't do a darned thing about the gut - quitting drinking beer will (unfortunately!). And yes there is a niceness about having a whee bit of padding on the body for snuggling up next to. But only a whee bit!