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Plain Cream of Wheat is not very tasty, but it's edible.

Right eye seems to still be improving at a snail's pace.

I've had weird ass dreams two nights in a row now that involve incredible changing cats, Bon Jovi, and waiting for the guy of my dreams at some location...and invariably waking up before he gets there. Oh, and tornados. Must not forget those. Whee!

Ever have one of those moments days weeks where you want to do about four or five creative things at once and you get so overloaded by it that you end up not doing any of them?

Today I run when I get off work. And I'm not going to use the fact that I need to shave my legs as an excuse, either (because if I shaved first, then I'd end up taking two baths within four hours, which is a waste of water. And no I'm not going to dry shave. Ugly things happen when I dry shave). I'm there for cardio. Anyone else who shows up can just deal with the black stubble. So there. PHEAR my angry black running stubble, you swine! Because eventually, it will be faster than you!

Also, for some idiotic reason, I have 'Miaka!'...'Tamahome!' going through my head right now.

Yeah. Med time, maybe?

Stole from Indigo...

:)

So, like, hey guys, what's up?

First they invited the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Now they've invited Eric Clapton.

Is it just me, or does North Korea's sudden friendliness, at least to american musicians, seem..strange?

(And no, not trying to be alarmist, just wondering what the sudden change in attitude is all about. It's possible I've missed something.)

I feel like the RCA dog right about now.

Ow ow ow ow ow

I'd slowed down a lot on the exercise while I couldn't see. :/

My body let me know about it, especially on the strength exercises.

I lasted about five minutes on the running before the lungs cussed me out. I fast walked for 2 hours. Tomorrow I will press for ten on the running. I will beat this lung-clench thing. Until then, there will be fast fast walking for a couple of hours.

And hey, still at 182, so no complaints.