nuts!
just a little more ice cream left... two gallons of ice cream, amazingly chocolately ice cream... feeling the body reaching the sugar limits (how human of me to find glee in the decadence and self-destruction of internal organs struggling to process all the sugar and fat so a blocked artery or cranial capillary doesn't say the party is over before I do... lucky for the heart, liver, kidneys, gall bladder, pancreas, brain, and so on, nobody is around to offer me some drugs)...
kind of like making excuses for Terrell Owens...
I don't know if being in touch with the body on a cellular (and sometimes molecular, and occasionally ethereal) level is better or worse for it's survival rate, as apathy and stupidity is much more likely to happen in my conscious mind than in my instinctive sub or unconscious... too much rationalization could kill a good idea, after all...
kind of like trying to build up Florida to sell the NCAA Football National Championship game...
yes, so a king size snicker:z to top off the one square of chocolate (that square measured in feet, of course) and the food fixation (primarily sugar, fat (including cheese), and chocolate) continues and I shall surely pay for this in painful withdrawals as I go cold turkey whenever that happens (next week looks like the likely moment)... of course if we accentuate accurately the root cause analysis of the situate, we realize the mass consumption of the unholy trinity (sugar, fat, chocolate) and added caffeine is the fool's answer to loneliness as the body is experiencing sensual euphoria and other fluctuations that would be better found in the passions of falling in and making love (or just some marathon wild sex, even), which only goes to prove that one never completely looses sight of an addictive personality no matter how much wisdom or experience or common sense one pours into a head...
kind of like comparing Adolph Hitler with Martin Luther King Jr. because they were both just looking out for their own people...
so let's see... work was busy busy busy with the data I put off doing last week because, with the help of chocolate, I was catching up on six months worth of data for the ridiculous state database in spite of the incompetent government man who's instructions, if I had followed them, would have insured the hospital would have been cited as out of compliance and in violation of it's contract... the past two days, finally, the government man has been frantically trying to reach me only to find me away from my desk because I will not allow him to stop me from meeting my deadlines and doing my job... he sent an email to my boss today and she apparently ignored him as well, which is great quiet support... I suppose he's still trying to convince himself and others that he knows what he is doing...
kind of like trying to sell G.W. Bush as an enlightened compassionate intellectual...
and home, the party continues... which is where we came in to this entry and where we shall exit, stage left... tomorrow morning I head in for my semi-annual check up (and kick off the year-end party) and then, after work, I intend to return to life in black and white behind the candoor with renewed madness (so the complete z0tl commentary conversation shall be broken into a few entries slide into the archive for posterity) and over the weekend I intend to splash into myspace with something new as I catch up with comments and messages there... I may head out Saturday to take Minnie and family to dinner as it was her birthday this week, but much sitting and munching in front of the TV will be done over the weekend as, living with Rasputin, college football shall dominate the airwaves... meanwhile, I shall see about getting some reasonable decent sleep now...
kind of like a junkie passing out...
may you be enjoying your health and/or decadence just as much and may your weekend and new year be as much fun as mine and even more, may you find the one bliss missing from mine (hey, may I too, aye?)... and yeah, starting next week may I revise the life expectancy of this body and get the probabilities back over seventy or eighty or wherever it'll go again... kind of like next year in Jerusalem, complete with ridiculously un-pc giggles cuz I'm having just too much fun in my head for one person, whatever that means...
nite nite J
kind of like making excuses for Terrell Owens...
I don't know if being in touch with the body on a cellular (and sometimes molecular, and occasionally ethereal) level is better or worse for it's survival rate, as apathy and stupidity is much more likely to happen in my conscious mind than in my instinctive sub or unconscious... too much rationalization could kill a good idea, after all...
kind of like trying to build up Florida to sell the NCAA Football National Championship game...
yes, so a king size snicker:z to top off the one square of chocolate (that square measured in feet, of course) and the food fixation (primarily sugar, fat (including cheese), and chocolate) continues and I shall surely pay for this in painful withdrawals as I go cold turkey whenever that happens (next week looks like the likely moment)... of course if we accentuate accurately the root cause analysis of the situate, we realize the mass consumption of the unholy trinity (sugar, fat, chocolate) and added caffeine is the fool's answer to loneliness as the body is experiencing sensual euphoria and other fluctuations that would be better found in the passions of falling in and making love (or just some marathon wild sex, even), which only goes to prove that one never completely looses sight of an addictive personality no matter how much wisdom or experience or common sense one pours into a head...
kind of like comparing Adolph Hitler with Martin Luther King Jr. because they were both just looking out for their own people...
so let's see... work was busy busy busy with the data I put off doing last week because, with the help of chocolate, I was catching up on six months worth of data for the ridiculous state database in spite of the incompetent government man who's instructions, if I had followed them, would have insured the hospital would have been cited as out of compliance and in violation of it's contract... the past two days, finally, the government man has been frantically trying to reach me only to find me away from my desk because I will not allow him to stop me from meeting my deadlines and doing my job... he sent an email to my boss today and she apparently ignored him as well, which is great quiet support... I suppose he's still trying to convince himself and others that he knows what he is doing...
kind of like trying to sell G.W. Bush as an enlightened compassionate intellectual...
and home, the party continues... which is where we came in to this entry and where we shall exit, stage left... tomorrow morning I head in for my semi-annual check up (and kick off the year-end party) and then, after work, I intend to return to life in black and white behind the candoor with renewed madness (so the complete z0tl commentary conversation shall be broken into a few entries slide into the archive for posterity) and over the weekend I intend to splash into myspace with something new as I catch up with comments and messages there... I may head out Saturday to take Minnie and family to dinner as it was her birthday this week, but much sitting and munching in front of the TV will be done over the weekend as, living with Rasputin, college football shall dominate the airwaves... meanwhile, I shall see about getting some reasonable decent sleep now...
kind of like a junkie passing out...
may you be enjoying your health and/or decadence just as much and may your weekend and new year be as much fun as mine and even more, may you find the one bliss missing from mine (hey, may I too, aye?)... and yeah, starting next week may I revise the life expectancy of this body and get the probabilities back over seventy or eighty or wherever it'll go again... kind of like next year in Jerusalem, complete with ridiculously un-pc giggles cuz I'm having just too much fun in my head for one person, whatever that means...
nite nite J
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posted by candoor at 11:47 PM
3 Comments:
i am aware of your btc comment/entry, but need a week off from w0rk to digest it properly. chunky munky and rocky road!
I hope your physical exam turns out okay and you get a gold star or a lollipop (how come we don't get lollipops from the doctor any more?) and that your life expectancy soars somewhere into triple digits. I think you are supposedly already 2000 years old at least in the z context, so what's another 100 or so years to a soul like you?
Love you, yay you. And now a word from our sponsor: Macadamia Brittle.
Z - lol... figured that'd be the case... I find myself in the same situation most of the time, which is why you do not get such comments at your blog often... time time time, it's telling us a story... but who has time to listen...
S - doctor was understanding, as usual... she said she should make it a practice not to do any blood tests between Thanksgiving and New Years... she didn't freak at any results: high triglycerides, high glucose, high ALT (liver enzyme), low HDL (the good cholesterol)... all to be expected given the diet I've maintained... weight was 219, less than I thought, but up from last time... we'll try again in seven weeks... maybe I'll get motivated :)
yay for ice cream :)
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