Nevermind the Bollocks, My Pistol is a Sex Machine
What's happened to my LJ mojo? Am I growing too old to be witty? Used to be, I would log on in the morning and, without prior thought, puke a little take on the world. Often, it was acerbic, sometimes beatific. Now, though? Just these recitations of my day or a shout-out to a good band (how dull that is). Where has all the LJ oomph drained away to?
The fast is going well, though just before bed last night, I was ravenous. And when I went running after work, I was a little shaky. But overall, I feel pretty good. No tummy rumbles, no migraines, no impotence (yet, not that it would matter if I were right now). I already feel lighter in my core (which is a way of saying my stomach isn't crammed full of crappy salts and sugars and red meat). I might cut it short, and finish it off tomorrow instead of today.
So much work to do today: press release, e-newsletter copyedits, email blast, membership packets, database updates, and a stack of voicemail. Wish us luck here, too.
The fast is going well, though just before bed last night, I was ravenous. And when I went running after work, I was a little shaky. But overall, I feel pretty good. No tummy rumbles, no migraines, no impotence (yet, not that it would matter if I were right now). I already feel lighter in my core (which is a way of saying my stomach isn't crammed full of crappy salts and sugars and red meat). I might cut it short, and finish it off tomorrow instead of today.
So much work to do today: press release, e-newsletter copyedits, email blast, membership packets, database updates, and a stack of voicemail. Wish us luck here, too.