I got up this morning determined to start a new regime; not a political one of course, just a personal one. I woke at 6:30, went for a 2K run, showered, meditated, and now I sit blogging and eating breakfast before starting work. For some of you this is probably nothing remarkable; for me it is a step in the right direction, because I am tired of feeling like a slug, being unable to concentrate at work. Wish me luck.
By the way, Wii Fit thinks I need to lose 30 pounds to reach my ideal weight. You are on crack, Wii Fit. I’m sure I could stand to lose 10, I am getting a bit of a gut due to my Turtles and Dr. Pepper diet, but 30? I’ll never understand why North Americans have bought into the BMI system as a measure of health. We like easy numbers, I guess. It’s like when people used to sell computers based solely on their processor speed; useful as a general indicator of performance but hardly the only important piece of information.
Bah. Get off my lawn, you damn kids.
Yesterday I noticed that my neighbour’s car had been keyed down the passenger side. This morning, walking home from the run, I saw a broken egg on the sidewalk and it looked like someone had whacked a nearby car’s windshield with a hammer. Hey, uptown vandals, fuck off. I’ll punch you in the dink if I run into you doing your mischief.
Busy week this week, rehearsing and performing the Shakespeare comedy scenes for Theatre on the Edge. I hope you come out and see them for Scott Thomas’ sake, he has worked so hard. I would never expect anyone to come out for my sake, I am a shitty friend who never goes to your shows and I apologize for that.
When not rehearsing, and working, and trying to shore up the ever-shifting sands of life, I will be working more on the 5 Seconds comics and getting organized for Nicole’s impending move to Kingston, now less than a month away. Oh, and I turn 43 on Saturday, Jesus Christ. It is a bit depressing to think that I have probably had more birthdays than I have yet to have, but no time to worry about that now. Being old is not that much different from being young. I certainly don’t feel much wiser; I just have to work harder to tap the same reserves of energy.