May 29, 2007
I did well on my diet last week, but this weekend was a challenge. I only had a few things that I wasn't supposed to eat and I think that's ok.
Now, I'm back in the city and feeling pretty well-rested and ready to get back into things.
May 09, 2007
Well, not much. A lot.
I decided on Monday that I need to launch my campaign to find a new job. It's a beautiful plan that will require a lot of hard work. I expect it to occupy a lot of my free time over the next few months.
My roommate has launched into another remodeling plan in our apartment, so at least a few days are going to be spent working with him on that. (Although, he really didn't consult with me about my availability before starting.)
Work has been good. It's been busy, which is good. But I am realizing that it's not going to get any closer to what I want to be doing and I need to get out there already and get down to what I want to do.
Working out has been going the same as usual. It's good. My trainer is constantly kicking my butt. I started doing cardio in the mornings before work with a friend and we've been at it for about a month now. (She says five weeks, but I really don't think it's been that long.) And it's paying off. I'm seeing some better muscle tone and my strength continues to grow slowly but surely. I'll post some pictures another time when I get time.
This past weekend, I saw Spiderman 3. It was mediocre at best and it was also long. 2 hours and 20 minutes. There were too many villains and the drama was weak. At one point, this little girl behind me sighed loudly and the groaned, "Not the Sandman AGAIN." I almost hugged her.
Immediately after the movie, I hopped into a cab and met some friends. We rented a car and drove to Philadelphia to see Amy Winehouse in concert at the Electric Factory. The space was cool, but the sound wasn't great at all. The crowd was a weird mix of people, which it to be expected, I suppose.
Some skrawny Brit homo named Phillip Wolf or something opened for her. I wasn't into his music and he was the vision of a gay fool wearing shorts so tight that I could clearly see the outline of his penis the whole time. Every one commented on this fact.
Amy's set was short - I'd guess it was about 9 or 10 songs, but I could be wrong - and she was drunk by the time she got on stage. Again, no surprises there. She continued to drink the rest of the time on stage and by the end of it her crazy accent combined with the bad sound and the drinking made her utterly unintelligible.
But I had fun making the little road trip with the boys.
In other news, I've been tossing around a business idea with a friend of mine. A t-shirt company. Who doesn't have one of those? We'll see how that goes. I will, of course, be pimping out t-shirts on this site when and if the time comes.
Romance is dead. It's not dead, really. I find myself actually in a happy state of both wanting to meet someone special that I can dote on and unwilling to tolerate any bullshit. The single life suits me. I am predicting many months of dateless weekends at the moment and that isn't a bad thing.
So, that's about the sum of it.
The weather is getting nice here in NYC. I hope to get outdoors and spend some time playing in the dirt this season.
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