once upon a time...

hello again, it's the next day... of course this would make more sense if you read the previous entry first, or already, because this entry, being the entry written a day after the previous entry, is the next entry from the previous entry's perspective and therefore it could possibly be a continuation of the previous entry because time is linear, after all, and often in a lifetime days kind of blend together or even follow each other, continuing the previous day's thoughts or feelings or events...

ridiculous as it may seem, it even happens to me...

even when I am not manipulating the time-space blogosphere to present the illusion that it is happening, I mean, sometimes it just... happens, ya know?... so today is the day you've hear relatively nothing about except in the last line of the previously irreverent entry and yes, it is here, now, present, for the moment...

before we get into my exciting life, remember Krista McCullough?... I don't remember how to spell her name, but she was going to be the first teacher in space at but her shuttle blew up before it got into space... well, at 6:36 tomorrow evening NASA is finally sending her back-up up in a shuttle... they're making a big deal out of it and nobody is asking why it took 20 years to get a teacher back in a shuttle, especially since there were back-up teachers training 20 years ago... she's an full fledged astronaut now, hasn't been a teacher in over twenty years, but they seem to be selling the idea that she's going to teach from space and tour as a teacher afterward... maybe it's just my warped perspective, but there's strange fakeness to it all...

hope they all have success though... after all, most things in this world, especially in this culture, are fake... like manipulating the time-space blogosphere, even... what day is it again?... ah yes...

Tuesday, it is, it was a moment ago, and it will be for all of the next few seconds... so what happened?... the demons of food plotted against me at work today by presenting a cook out and I was weak, I admit it, and somehow took refuge in hot dogs and cheeseburgers... just one cheeseburger, mind you, so I am not completely off the healthy wagon... but three thick slices of cheese made it a wonderful memory... something about cooking anything over an open flame (wood is my favorite, even with all it's variables... followed by charcoal, more consistent but less flavorful... even gas is ok and much better than indoor stoves)...

I ate a salad for dinner, but still, this body is demanding at least a few days of serious veggies, maybe even a complete fast... slowing down on the gym time (and ever so slowly integrating the running time) and sliding back toward the dietary ways of the roommates (and most people in this country) has stopped the reconditioning of the body dead in it's tracks and that makes regression way too easy, so consider this a warning, me, and I better take it seriously or I'll be beside myself with candorific sarcasm and scathing self-ridicule (and laughing hysterically and myself cuz, after all, I'll be beside, well, you get the picture)...

but we, that would be me, myself, and I (and all the little people who live between the ears) don't want to return to the numbed self-mockery of being a candidate for becoming an ingredient in chunky vegetable soup, so it's talks like these that'll remind me that it's time to put up or shut up, live life or just roll over and die...

so pathetic self-pity parties born out of loneliness and the depressingly hopeless thought that the best is gone and the dream is over and we'll be alone and unable to reach the heights of sharing anymore because, after all, the body ain't no spring chicken no matter how well it might cluck, are just not allowed (and there I go setting myself up for the rebel inside to break the rule, sheesh, there's just no way I can fool myself, or anybody else if I'm exposed like this all the time, aye?... maybe I'm just looking for someone who finds letting their psyche run naked in public as amusing as I do... shhhhh, was that a secret?)...

what is this, planet candora?

meanwhile, I finished the SIPP data at work, so I can get it out today instead of Friday as I promised... I was hoping my new assistant would learn by working on it and that's why i have her six half days... it can be done in four and I finished it in one cuz, after all, it's my system and I am a data entry genius, after all, and all, again... I started entering July's survey data and will finish that in the morning, then jump start the July SIPP data (even though it's not due until next month) cuz the new system says part of it should be done the first week of the month... then I might work on a new system to measure behavioral changes that the Business Director passed along to me last week... apparently one of our governmental contractors are seeking more detailed proof that we help kids and they, like most bureaucrats, believe in numbers (psychobabble seems to have everyone fooled, shhhh, don't tell anybody)... kind of amazing when you think about it... turning kids into numbers gets us the money to pay for what we need to actually help the kids...

home was the usual, Rasputin in front of the TV... not sure where Precious is, she may be asleep... I ate the salad and watched Eureka and here we are... I suppose some sort of wisdom would suggest I put on some gear and head out for a run, or at least to the gym...

while I’m gone you can check out yesterday’s entry at my myspace blog just cuz you know you wanna know everything that goes on in my fascinating brain even if you want to pretend that you don’t wanna cuz, after all, we’re too old to be blog-groupies, right?...

I loves ya, truly :)