Alive and well, having returned from nights of fright and days of too much carnitas in Fresno this weekend. More soon, but now I’m going to bed…
Fresno. Halloween. David and Mark’s Anniversary Weekend (observed)…
We did the spooky Halloween thing at Hobbs Grove, had dinner at the “anniversary Denny’s” where we ate on our first date, attended a bitchin’ Halloween party (again, just like pn our first date), and then saw Sippy and Old Guzzler at Starline…
Mmmm. Brand new Safeway…
Happy anniversary, my love. You should’ve gotten the steak…
Never having been a fan of the whole “bear” thing. It always seemed a little ridiculous to me, that suggestion that a fetish could make for a “community”. But now that I have a bear of my own, I’m re-thinking it. Really…
Meet Edgar. He keeps Irma company while I’m at work all day…
I just don’t understand how someone could live in White Castle country and not go there every day of the week. Such a waste. Alas, this propensity toward mini-burgers might go a long way toward explaining my ample frame, but my appetite is even stronger than usual right now, what with the thyroid thing and all…
Apparently, it’s affected my moods as well. Last week, I got rather upset about something. I realized even at the time that I had little or no rational reason for being so upsst, but I still was. On top of that fact, I was a little embarrassed and mad that I’d let it get me so upset. All in all, it made me rather unpleasant company, I fear…
Wow. From hamburgers to endocrinology to psychology in two paragraphs. A record, perhaps?
There are all kinds of procedures to follow when one has radioactive iodine treatment. For example, I’m supposed to stay at least two feet away from anyone with whom I’m to have prolonged contact. I’m supposed to “void” often, flush twice each time I do it, and wipe up misfires immediately…
But I can never find answers to really relevant questions like what to do with the towel I use after wanking. I’ve just never been fond of using Kleenex as a substitute…
Yes, I am such a geek that I record certain episodes of old TV shows because I know they contain vintage supermarket shots. And yes, I even start message board threads on the subject…
You got a problem with that?
I’ll be coming up on a year of being smoke-free in just a few weeks now. I keep thinking that once I’ve hit that one-year milestone, I’ll be home free and that it will all be over for me. And I guess it will, mostly. I won’t lie and say there aren’t times when I want a cigarette, even after eleven months. Heck, I can think of several times just in the past couple of days, although the cravings are usually less noticeable than they’ve been this week…
All in all, I still think I’m past it. Once I give something up, I don’t usually come back to it. I’ve never understood how people could “quit” smoking eight or ten times a year, as some of my friends and co-workers do. It’s no wonder they generally never succeed; the stress of “quitting” over and over again must be terrible. Of course, they really never quit; they just stop carrying their own cigarettes and constantly beg them from other people, assuming that “just one” will get them through the crisis…
I probably shouldn’t get all self-righteous. Stress might overtake me and I might find myself running up to the corner store for a fix tonight. But I’m going to be optimistic and start planning my little celebration soon…
But you know what? I still think banning smoking in bars was a stupid idea…
Unrelated: Oh goody. It’s Fleet Week. Nothing facilitates a a relaxing weekend like ear-splitting, earth-shaking noise overhead all weekend…