Tuesday, February 22, 2005

procrastination

that's all.

Friday, February 18, 2005

The Indecision of Vomitting

For the last fourteen years, I have been The Man With The Iron Stomach. Despite eating lots of things that have made guts churn, I haven't thrown up since 1991. Cool, eh? But my streak ended last night. And I mean ended. It began with a trip to Chili's. That name still tastes like stomach acid as I say it. The chicken tacos seemed fine going down, and I went to practice with The Child Who Was A Keyhole with no trouble right afterwards. Then I got up and went to the bathroom, and after several semi-dry heaves felt much better. There, I thought. No vomit. I am still the King Of Not Vomitting. But the relief lasted only one hour. I ran back in and my insides squirted into the sink over and over. This second episode repeated itself six more times in between 1:00 am and 6:00 am. Where does it all come from? How could there still be more? Are you kidding? There's no way my stomach holds that much!
And now I have decided the two worst things about vomitting.

(1) The indecision that precedes it, during which you wonder: Is it coming? Should I try and fight it? Then, before each heave you must repeat the feeling, wondering if you've finished your heaves for that session or only scratched the surface.

(2) How strikingly similar are the tates of vomit and cheap spaghetti sauce. C'mon people, to take the edge off the acid in spaghetti sauce all you need to do is add a little sugar.

I think its over now. It has been about six hous since my last episode. Which is good, because this was the violent kind of vomit wherein my sinuses were filled with the stuff. Sorry, I'll stop now.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

second post

In Scotland sometimes mail would come twice a day. We called it "second post". The entire nation quit doing second post about 1/3 of the way through my stay there. Very sad. Anyway I am experienceing early burnout this semester. It just might kill me. Otherwise it will make me stronger, according to this guy.
This, I guess is what they call sandpile theory. So this semester could totally tear me down and make me into a vague semblance of the man I once was. But if people really are like piles of sand (if you add to many grains, the pile falls down and is shorter than before. But the base is now bigger, and will tolerate more grains than ever before, allowing to reach new heights) then I might be in good shape.
Alas, here I am, almost totally exhausted, at 11:00 pm, still with two papers due tomorrow which I haven't written. And I choose instead to write a second post on the blog. Tsk, my friends.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

blog

okay so I am transferring my blog to blogspot for one reason: so people can comment on it. so you guys better comment on it.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

making it up

Did it surprise also surprise you, as you "grew up" (whatever that means to you), to learn that as adults we would be improvising at least as much of our lives as we did as young children?
Sorry that I allowed all of the blog-related opportunities presented by Groundhog Day to pass by unused. Next year, maybe.