The last 24 hours have been a mixed bag, healthwise. I did manage to do some work with my weights last night, but my poor, underused muscles were still a bit sore from my previous endeavors, so I didn't overdo it. This morning I was beat down, so I wussed out and took the elevator. The one consolation is that, for once, I'm tired because I was up ( Read more... )

  So, my day was blah, and then it went downhill. If you're paying attention, you'll notice the timestamp on this post, and say to yourself, "self, stop talking to yourself." But you'll quickly forget about that little exchange, consumed with wonder at what I'm doing on the Internet at this hour. Shouldn't I be spending time with my wife, who is ( Read more... )

But I really want a candy bar.

Something with crispy bits.

Deli worker dies after being thrown through a window during a dispute over food.

  I'm getting sick. I can feel that sticky, tender feeling in the back of my throat that usually presages a sore throat and cough. It's gonna be crap on toast, and it's almost worse because I know it's coming, but there's very little I can do about it short of banging my head on the desk until I lapse into a coma. But I'm not feeling bad yet, so I' ( Read more... )