It's Only Satisfying If You Eat It
1 am - belly full of taco bell and whiskey. Massive Attack and Ski Jump on the same set of speakers. Laundry in the dryer. Work at 10, class at 3, critique at 6.
Let's break it down.
Every day I try really hard. Oatmeal and fat free yogurt for breakfast. Oat bran pita pocket with hummus, cucumber and turkey for lunch. Baby carrots for a snack. Water. Water. More water. Walk around campus during break explicitly avoiding vending machine areas. Water.
Then I get home, have a little celebratory drink (maybe two) for being so good all day.
Phone rings, caller ID reads "Border." Recorded voice says: "You NEED a burrito." I black out and the next thing I know I'm sitting in my car in the Fellini Kroger parking lot in my pajamas with nacho cheese and fire sauce on my chin.
Tomorrow I'll get up and make oatmeal. Why?
I know I've said it before, but I love Massive Attack. Specifically Mezzanine.
I have mad Olympic fever, and given my general distaste for sports and nationalism it's strange. I'm even keeping a close watch on the medal count (we're in third, but we have the most gold, why do I care???) There's a marked lack of Katie Couric, and they're keeping the Bob Costas to a minimum, and I approve. It seems like they're even doing a little less of the misty-eyed sob stories this year. Oh shit, Duran Duran is performing at the medals pavillion. Hungry Like The Wolf. Rather old men who used to be Duran Duran. At what age does eyeliner on men cease to be effective? My guess is whatever birthday Nick Rhodes celebrated 5 years ago.
And with that, laundry calls.