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I passed out early last night. The whole exercise-and-not-eating-much thing wears thin after a while, but it's getting the job done. I've lost 5 more pounds in 5 days. Booyah. My energy level has definitely dropped down a lot though, thus the passing out early part.
While I went to bed early, I couldn't stay asleep. Woke up at 4am, groggy but not sleepy. Couldn't sleep so eventually I got online and started looking for places to do a PhD in genetics. Tobey was annoyed and went to sleep in the living room but eventually came back.
I also spent some time reading Sarahspock's journal. It's weird for me to have this window into someones life. Sarah's gone to a great deal of effort to document the last two years of her life, and placed it online for all to see. We've already talked over IM so I knew a few of the thing's I'd read. It's hard going through the happy parts knowing that they won't last. I have to admit I'm hooked though. It's a real story. It really happened. Not some fiction conjured up in some author's mind. It probably helps that she's an english major too.
This morning was gorgeous. I got up at 7, exercised, made a BIG pot of coffee and then lounged in the hammock for 20 minutes. I'm pretty sure it was below freezing, but there was almost no breeze and the sun was out and bright and warmed everything. I was content.
Court's in session:
This morning on the walk into the lab, I noticed at least 10 different young women, all attractive. Now I *AM* 28 and a graduate student and an instructor so these undergraduate girls are off-limits anyway, but regardless of that fact, I couldn't bring myself to be attracted to any of them. I looked at the SUVs they got out of, the clothes they wore, the giant sunglasses on their heads. It's all part of a culture that I reject, a culture of fashion and money and fitting-in. Maybe some of them only look like they're part of that white-American-brainless-rich-kid culture on the surface and really do have some thoughts in there somewhere, but I'll never know cause I write them off the moment they step out of that X-Terra. I wonder who has the bigger problem: them or me?
While I went to bed early, I couldn't stay asleep. Woke up at 4am, groggy but not sleepy. Couldn't sleep so eventually I got online and started looking for places to do a PhD in genetics. Tobey was annoyed and went to sleep in the living room but eventually came back.
I also spent some time reading Sarahspock's journal. It's weird for me to have this window into someones life. Sarah's gone to a great deal of effort to document the last two years of her life, and placed it online for all to see. We've already talked over IM so I knew a few of the thing's I'd read. It's hard going through the happy parts knowing that they won't last. I have to admit I'm hooked though. It's a real story. It really happened. Not some fiction conjured up in some author's mind. It probably helps that she's an english major too.
This morning was gorgeous. I got up at 7, exercised, made a BIG pot of coffee and then lounged in the hammock for 20 minutes. I'm pretty sure it was below freezing, but there was almost no breeze and the sun was out and bright and warmed everything. I was content.
Court's in session:
This morning on the walk into the lab, I noticed at least 10 different young women, all attractive. Now I *AM* 28 and a graduate student and an instructor so these undergraduate girls are off-limits anyway, but regardless of that fact, I couldn't bring myself to be attracted to any of them. I looked at the SUVs they got out of, the clothes they wore, the giant sunglasses on their heads. It's all part of a culture that I reject, a culture of fashion and money and fitting-in. Maybe some of them only look like they're part of that white-American-brainless-rich-kid culture on the surface and really do have some thoughts in there somewhere, but I'll never know cause I write them off the moment they step out of that X-Terra. I wonder who has the bigger problem: them or me?