Oh, and my laptop desktop features Legendary Babes toasting me. (in my mind anyway) [link]

This makes me smile.

Also, the exercise routine that I expect to hasten my demise

My constant refrain appx. 2 days after I re-start exercising? "Man, this shit CAN'T be good for you!"

After seeing pictures of me from the F2F (as well as realizing that some of my skirts are too tight), I vowed to be better about my eating after the F2F, and get back on the exercise train.

Instead, this Ick seems to be getting worse, not better (I've got a cough now, and some nasty grossness in my chest that I can, if I try hard enough, cough up), which isn't lending itself to exercise. And my no-sugar rule is out the door, because I've been drinking tea with sugar in it like it's a miracle cure. (It's not.)

This had better not be bronchitis. I'll be pissed. (Not *at* anyone; just pissed in a free-form, targetless manner.) On the other hand, bronchitis is treatable with antibiotics, which would mean a definitive massacre of whatever germs have taken up residence in me. And that would be good.

(I swear to you that every time I plan to re-start exercising/eating well, I get sick. It's the most consistent psychosomatic reaction I've ever experienced.)

showered, dressed.

will find breakfast soon. then off tho the city to meet my sister and bil for a birthday walk.

grumblegrumblemotherfkinggrumble

My landlord decided he needed to hammer something against the side of my guesthouse. At 8:30AM. On a Sunday.

He's finished now, but the damage is done. Awake. Damn it.

t /ray of sunshine

OMG, you bitch, you just sat on my wet polish!

Hee. In my house it's usually, "Bailey, do you absolutely have to do a spinny dance on the couch Right Exactly Now?"

I start the new!stricter!diet! tomorrow, so I plan on eating an assload of ice cream today.

Oh! Maybe I'll join you, Bev. Just on your plans for today. The tomorrow plan sounds less fun.

Which reminds me that I miss SF not only because of the people but also because I never seem to have much of an appetite when I'm there. Then I get home and I'm hungry enough to eat lima beans. Not fair.

Heading out to a BBQ for the Aunts. Aunt J's birthday is today and Aunt T's birthday is Tuesday. Lots of grilled meat and hopefully ice cream cake are in my immediate future.

This post brought to you by the word Food and my growling tummy.

I'm hungry enough to eat lima beans.

No one should ever have to be that hungry. Bleah.

I swear to you that every time I plan to re-start exercising/eating well, I get sick.

Steph is me.

My Ick seems better, except that it's now confined to painful cough that kept waking me up. I wish we were a less Puritan society and codeine was available OTC.

I just got back from the Decatur Arts Festival. I got there when it opened at 11 and it was still too damn hot. There were some nice things, but I realized that above certain temperatures, I'm incapable of buying anything except cold drinks and ice cream. The children's bookstore off the square had this sign: "Great books. Awesome air conditioning."

Observation:

You know you are in Minnesota when you see a vehicle, towing a boat on a trailer, pulled over by a sheriff's car ...towing a boat on a trailer.

I like lima beans. A lot. Would-eat-as-snacks like.

After seeing pictures of me from the F2F (as well as realizing that some of my skirts are too tight), I vowed to be better about my eating after the F2F, and get back on the exercise train.

OMG, yes, this. I know I'm still less hefty than I was at the start of the year, but I reckon I've regained probably half the weight I lost. (...and possibly eating American candy isn't the best of all possible ways to get back on the Healthy Living Bandwagon...)

Crap.

Meanwhile, I am watching The Tick, and my flatmate is still awed at my capacity to track down and bring home The Gay, even inadvertently. I suggested maybe she was just more capable of picking up on the Subtext, but then a few seconds later the subtext bent the text over a chair, spanked its ass and fucked it senseless, so I had to agree that, yeah, wow, big with the gay.

In less fun news, we have no water. We had no water at the weekend, which was fairly crappy after travelling some 27 hours or so (although eventually water happened around midnight, and so I fell asleep in the bath) - but no water at the weekend has happened quite a few times over the past month. But now no water during the week too. (Remember that Sunday is the equivalent of Monday over here). So that sucks.