Update - Because It's Here
Swam 2.3k today. I need to push towards two hours of swimming if I'm going to see any results, but I suppose it's better than nothing, even if, weighing in before I started doing laps, I was back up in weight again; it's largely useless on my schedule to try and lose weight.
Anyhow, in other news I've been approved to move off-base, into a Korean apartment. I had thought I'd found a really good apartment, quite close to base, but thinking more about it, it's right on the main drag, with a stairway that opens onto the pedestrian mall that, particularly on weekends, is full of drunks and Security Forces 'Drunk Patrols' and what have you; I need to get away from all of that kind of stuff. Also, Todd from work (who is more 'the Todd' than a bro-ish Todd) found a good place to buy used semi-beater cars from for under $2k, so even if I have to suck it up and take cabs in for a little bit while saving up for a car, at least I'll be in a place with more American-style appliances, i.e., an oven, microwave, etc, which I've come to rely on more than I think I was considering when I saw the place right near the gate.
Today I also got even more confirmation of why I don't/haven't gone out with people here in a while. They had a "Hail and Farewell" which is to welcome new folks to our unit, and to say goodbye to people who are leaving for other bases, and I stopped by mostly because Capt. Fields said I ought to, and since he's pretty cool about stuff, I figured why not go for it; I spent about fifteen awkward minutes there, and then bailed to go swim laps at the pool. It's abundantly clear that I am unfit to be around "regular people" and I say that not in a sense of superiority, but of being fucked in the head or something.
I have a sort of funny, surreal story from this morning's attempt at getting my housing forms in order/scheduling a lease signing date, but I'll share that another time. I want to go spend some time at the coffeeshop downtown that I liked that played awesome french ballads and waltz-time songs, once the owner realized that I was the only person there, writing in my notebook, and he didn't have to keep blaring the Korean hip-hop/dancepop that was on before.
It's been two months, almost to the day, since I've had a cigarette; I still want one.
It's been three weeks since I had a drink; I don't want one, even though I feel like maybe it would remedy some of the brainfuckery that I've been dealing with.
That's about all for tonight, folks!
Anyhow, in other news I've been approved to move off-base, into a Korean apartment. I had thought I'd found a really good apartment, quite close to base, but thinking more about it, it's right on the main drag, with a stairway that opens onto the pedestrian mall that, particularly on weekends, is full of drunks and Security Forces 'Drunk Patrols' and what have you; I need to get away from all of that kind of stuff. Also, Todd from work (who is more 'the Todd' than a bro-ish Todd) found a good place to buy used semi-beater cars from for under $2k, so even if I have to suck it up and take cabs in for a little bit while saving up for a car, at least I'll be in a place with more American-style appliances, i.e., an oven, microwave, etc, which I've come to rely on more than I think I was considering when I saw the place right near the gate.
Today I also got even more confirmation of why I don't/haven't gone out with people here in a while. They had a "Hail and Farewell" which is to welcome new folks to our unit, and to say goodbye to people who are leaving for other bases, and I stopped by mostly because Capt. Fields said I ought to, and since he's pretty cool about stuff, I figured why not go for it; I spent about fifteen awkward minutes there, and then bailed to go swim laps at the pool. It's abundantly clear that I am unfit to be around "regular people" and I say that not in a sense of superiority, but of being fucked in the head or something.
I have a sort of funny, surreal story from this morning's attempt at getting my housing forms in order/scheduling a lease signing date, but I'll share that another time. I want to go spend some time at the coffeeshop downtown that I liked that played awesome french ballads and waltz-time songs, once the owner realized that I was the only person there, writing in my notebook, and he didn't have to keep blaring the Korean hip-hop/dancepop that was on before.
It's been two months, almost to the day, since I've had a cigarette; I still want one.
It's been three weeks since I had a drink; I don't want one, even though I feel like maybe it would remedy some of the brainfuckery that I've been dealing with.
That's about all for tonight, folks!