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So Shan and I are on this diet thing for a week where we eat nothing but brown rice and seaweed. I like seaweed. It makes her vomit. So we added some vegetables into the mix and ditched the seaweed. I might still eat it. After all, I like seaweed.
Oh. We also quit smoking.
And drinking caffiene.
And ingesting stuff with refined sugar in it.
One of the things that that this diet is supposed to do is cleanse your body and soul. People report that it helps you to think clearer. This is actually true. I am thinking very clearly right now.
I have discovered that possessing the ability to think clearly is kind of like waking up from amnesia. I am not sure who I am anymore, and I have made a seriously fucked-up mess of just about everything. I have made some very poor decisions in the past few years. I've alienated some people I cared about very much.
They laid off more people at work, and even though I kept my job, I feel as though I've been demoted. I now run a copy machine all day long. I'm ridiculously overpaid for running a copy machine, so I can't even ask for that raise I had been wanting to demand. I really don't want to try to find another job, though. Jesus.
I don't know how many more Major Life Changes I can assimilate without going ballistic. Life, give me a few months in between chaotic upheavals, OK? Please? I'll give you a cookie.
Oh. We also quit smoking.
And drinking caffiene.
And ingesting stuff with refined sugar in it.
One of the things that that this diet is supposed to do is cleanse your body and soul. People report that it helps you to think clearer. This is actually true. I am thinking very clearly right now.
I have discovered that possessing the ability to think clearly is kind of like waking up from amnesia. I am not sure who I am anymore, and I have made a seriously fucked-up mess of just about everything. I have made some very poor decisions in the past few years. I've alienated some people I cared about very much.
They laid off more people at work, and even though I kept my job, I feel as though I've been demoted. I now run a copy machine all day long. I'm ridiculously overpaid for running a copy machine, so I can't even ask for that raise I had been wanting to demand. I really don't want to try to find another job, though. Jesus.
I don't know how many more Major Life Changes I can assimilate without going ballistic. Life, give me a few months in between chaotic upheavals, OK? Please? I'll give you a cookie.