Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Gud, I know this is weird coming from me, but three times a week should be just fine. I do more because I realy like it, because I'm stupid, and because I have the time.
If you can drop down without feeling physically twitchy (addicted to exercise? oh, the idea) I doubt your health will suffer significantly.
Oh, speaking of cats, I have a cat-TMI question: how on earth do his poops change consistency when he eats the exact same thing all the time?
Oy. I'm out of sick time.
Luckily I've been too sick to use up much of my vacation, but this bites.
Fela used to be around 5 ngihts a week. Now it's 2 or 3. Funny how we don't fuss as much anymore. People would say I'm extroverted. But, without oodles of alone time (with the pooch, of course) I just can't function.
Is your cat sick? That's the only thing that comes to my mind.
how on earth do his poops change consistency when he eats the exact same thing all the time?
Random trash snacks? A virus? Stress?
I generally get 7 1/2 to 8 1/2 hours of sleep a night unless I intentionally stay up late, but that's mostly due to the side effects of sweet, sweet lisinopril-HCTZ. And comes at the cost of my former committment to keeping a clean apartment.
Thankfully, the hypertension meds also seem to keep me from getting too upset about living in a pigsty.
I don't think he's sick, but maybe he has a touch of something. Where he got it, I have no idea. Maybe he ate a bug or something? Anyway, no big whoop -- he just had a big stinker last night, which is unusual.
I think Hec needs to come by for this convo. I'm sure he has an opinion.
I'm notorious in my family. When I was home in July, there was a period in which I was in the company of at least one family member, if not all 4, for 36 hours straight . (To make matters worse, the night in the middle of it? Caffeine induced insomnia because some fuckers gave me sierra mist and called it sprite.) It was insane. When I deliberately sat on the other side of the pool because a) there was no where else to escape to and b) if I had to be "on" for one more second, the bitch was coming out, everyone (well, not the 3.5 year old) kept their distance and no one got their feelings hurt. Mom always tells me later " I knew you needed some quiet time."
It took a couple of miserable trips home when I was in college,but they've finally figured it out.