written throughout the course of a box of stale cheerios
deepest apologies for my last entry, which converted itself into one big paragraph.
hello there, says i, as i eat a mouthful of frosted cheerios. it's pouring rain again. this must be what it's like to live in seattle. the rain makes me tired and gives me very little ambition to do anything other than lay in bed and watch television, which would presumably lead to a long, hardly-needed nap on my part. i therefore, if located in seattle, would not be sleepless, but rather the opposite. i would be lifeless.
these cheerios are stale and they came in one of those funpack boxes, so they've just been opened. ho-hum to that.
i went home on sunday, because i had a doctor's appointment monday. fairly easy-going here...nothing really exciting is going on, so there was no excitement to partake in. i did, however, settle down with a book called why do men have nipples?. the tagline for the book is something like "everything you've always wanted to ask a doctor but never would until you'd had a few martinis"... that really is exactly what was in the book. plenty of questions that we all ponder in our minds but never actually say outloud because we figure we should already know the answer or something. i learned a lot, it was party.
the doctor told me yesterday that because i'm now taking two pills of accutane a day, my cholesterol has increased and i need to be sure not to eat foods high in cholesterol. to me and my afraid-of-dying mind, this means eat as little cholesterol as possible, otherwise you will have a heart attack and die. today marks day 1.5 of said "diet" and all is going well, except for the extreme hunger i am experiencing. that's nothing new; i'm always hungry at this time of day - especially when it's following eng-beng lim's class. the angle that is new to this hunger issue is the fact that i have very little in my room that i am allowed to eat.
so i ate oatmeal and cheerios, both of which are said (by evan) to reduce and reverse cholesterol. this brings up a good point: my life is weird and sitcom-like. i've said this before, but it really is true. often discussion points from before become the punchlines of current discussions. for example, while some of us were riding in the car one day, evan exclaimed quite excitedly - "did you know that oatmeal reverses cholesterol! it not only doesn't add to it, but it actually reverses your cholesterol! why don't we all just eat oatmeal?" it was soon after that he informed us that cheerios too, reverse cholesterol. and now, when the doctor has delivered her message of the necessity for me to fix my cholesterol... evan's information resurfaces, and he may again exclaim "oatmeal reverses your cholesterol!"
as tracy, my golden professor would say, the seeds were planted for this punchline-of-sorts quite a while ago, and now the cholesterol oatmeal discussions have earned their ending.
sometimes i wonder if i write scripts because my life kind of happens like one, or if i think my life happens like a script because i write them and therefore that's how i see things. i guess we'll never know.
disappointingly, seventh heaven was a repeat last night.
garret's room has heat in it. the radiator turns on, and actually warms the air so that it, at times, even seems too hot to be under a blanket. this sounds quite ordinary, until you consider the notion that my room does not have heat - and it is, at all times, too cold to not be under a blanket. unnerving.
the cheerios are gone now. each time i dropped one i put it on the desk instead of eating it. i have four and a half there. out of a small box of cheerios, four and a half didn't make it to my mouth. i'm not sure how many were in the box, so i don't know what fraction of cheerios it is... but i'm sure it contributes to me spilling something on my shirt every night at dinner.
i'm going to go now, so that i may write some things.
smiles to all of you.
hello there, says i, as i eat a mouthful of frosted cheerios. it's pouring rain again. this must be what it's like to live in seattle. the rain makes me tired and gives me very little ambition to do anything other than lay in bed and watch television, which would presumably lead to a long, hardly-needed nap on my part. i therefore, if located in seattle, would not be sleepless, but rather the opposite. i would be lifeless.
these cheerios are stale and they came in one of those funpack boxes, so they've just been opened. ho-hum to that.
i went home on sunday, because i had a doctor's appointment monday. fairly easy-going here...nothing really exciting is going on, so there was no excitement to partake in. i did, however, settle down with a book called why do men have nipples?. the tagline for the book is something like "everything you've always wanted to ask a doctor but never would until you'd had a few martinis"... that really is exactly what was in the book. plenty of questions that we all ponder in our minds but never actually say outloud because we figure we should already know the answer or something. i learned a lot, it was party.
the doctor told me yesterday that because i'm now taking two pills of accutane a day, my cholesterol has increased and i need to be sure not to eat foods high in cholesterol. to me and my afraid-of-dying mind, this means eat as little cholesterol as possible, otherwise you will have a heart attack and die. today marks day 1.5 of said "diet" and all is going well, except for the extreme hunger i am experiencing. that's nothing new; i'm always hungry at this time of day - especially when it's following eng-beng lim's class. the angle that is new to this hunger issue is the fact that i have very little in my room that i am allowed to eat.
so i ate oatmeal and cheerios, both of which are said (by evan) to reduce and reverse cholesterol. this brings up a good point: my life is weird and sitcom-like. i've said this before, but it really is true. often discussion points from before become the punchlines of current discussions. for example, while some of us were riding in the car one day, evan exclaimed quite excitedly - "did you know that oatmeal reverses cholesterol! it not only doesn't add to it, but it actually reverses your cholesterol! why don't we all just eat oatmeal?" it was soon after that he informed us that cheerios too, reverse cholesterol. and now, when the doctor has delivered her message of the necessity for me to fix my cholesterol... evan's information resurfaces, and he may again exclaim "oatmeal reverses your cholesterol!"
as tracy, my golden professor would say, the seeds were planted for this punchline-of-sorts quite a while ago, and now the cholesterol oatmeal discussions have earned their ending.
sometimes i wonder if i write scripts because my life kind of happens like one, or if i think my life happens like a script because i write them and therefore that's how i see things. i guess we'll never know.
disappointingly, seventh heaven was a repeat last night.
garret's room has heat in it. the radiator turns on, and actually warms the air so that it, at times, even seems too hot to be under a blanket. this sounds quite ordinary, until you consider the notion that my room does not have heat - and it is, at all times, too cold to not be under a blanket. unnerving.
the cheerios are gone now. each time i dropped one i put it on the desk instead of eating it. i have four and a half there. out of a small box of cheerios, four and a half didn't make it to my mouth. i'm not sure how many were in the box, so i don't know what fraction of cheerios it is... but i'm sure it contributes to me spilling something on my shirt every night at dinner.
i'm going to go now, so that i may write some things.
smiles to all of you.