Dailies
Sunday, January 2, 2005
I weighed myself (for the first time in a long time) while at Dad's house tonight. I'm 13 pounds overweight. Time to get serious about what I'm putting in my mouth. All the eating has been fun, but it's obviously ending up squarely on my hips. And at a loss-rate of 2 pounds per week, it's going to take six weeks to get this all off. That's a long time to be hungry.
Monday, January 3, 2005
Dear God: I pray that today the world and the people in it treat me exactly the way I treat it and them.
Tuesdayday, January 4, 2005
Kendall is pulling together her complete art portfolio, including all the work she's ever done in high school. She had a huge fit when she discovered I'd discarded most of her soft-sculpture hamburger. I did it in an uncluttering fit. She was crying and yelling and carrying on. I had to promise to make her another one.
Wednesday, January 5, 2005
I have been so tired these last few days that I just can't keep my eyes open. Today I took the day off work to stay home and sleep. I don't know what's wrong with me. Have I some sleeping sickness bug? I slept till 4:00, when I had to drag myself out of bed to go to Walmart to get fabric for the bun and cheese of Kendall's soft-sculpture hamburger. Then I had to stay up making it. Took a couple hours.
I Thought You Loved Me More Than That; ExplodingDog.com
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