Thought about doing an audioblog today, as I was supposed to be giving blood this morning and didn’t have much time to bang out an entry here, but woke up having, apparently, swallowed some salt and razor blades.
Oh, hey, was so distracted by my raging, barometric headache, the Olympic diving, and the massive pile of work at, er, work, that I didn’t write a thing this morning. So I’m quickly dashing this out from my desk while I eat a salad and wonder if having the Olympics on in a tiny window ...
Have to be at work early-ish and I’ve slept in for the third or fourth time this week. Why? Because I’ve fallen into a comfort-eating, starch trap. I know that I react this way to starchy foods and cheesy things and beer, and yet I couldn’t stop myself. The tuna casserole was worth it. But ...
I finally managed to do a proper long run. By ‘proper’, I don’t mean running straight through, but I got to a distance I was happy with at a pace that wasn’t terrible. That’ll have to do. But a new thing happened yesterday; the horking. I didn’t actually throw up, but shortly after I got ...
I’m not a gourmet, not even a little bit sometimes (BK for dinner last night, y’all, and peanut butter toast for breakfast). Not all my baking experiments work out either; I wish I could afford a fancy pâtisserie course, or even a breadmaking one, but it’s not in the budget at the moment. Or possibly ...
(Slept in entry.) Not that I have any money to speak of right now, but I’m struggling to figure out when and where to travel this year. The main contenders are Iceland and Scotland, both places I’ve been before, but Newfoundland and a roadtrip in Northern Ontario are also high up on the list. If ...
I’m about to leave for work. I don’t have words right now. Here is why. Going to an event that had better have free wine tonight OR ELSE. Oh, and R.I.P. Davy Jones.