At Least They're Committed

The sun is beating down like Easter, but it’s not Easter and it’s Saturday and I can’t drink because I gave it up for lent, so I’ll just have to sit in the sun, walk in it, relish in it, for instance downtown for the St. Patrick’s Day celebration, and wait another month to drink in it. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful day! Wish it could reach inside me.

Random things:

• I prefer wearing skirts when I walk and when I jog and I wonder if that’s because I’m Scottish. I do wear panties, though.
• I sometimes wonder, since nature chose to kill me twice and modern technology saved me, if I were to kill myself would that be suicide or just carrying out God’s will before human intervention?
• The St. Patty’s festivities were awesome, except I noticed an inordinate amount of smokers on the streets, which makes me wonder if that’s some sort of Irish thing or some sort of Catholic thing (“ooh, honey, did you get burned by Uncle Ed’s cigarette again? You know better than to run past him like that!”) or if it’s just coincidence. All I know is that I shower every day with my fresh, vanilla mist body wash and cherry blossom shampoo and it only takes walking by one skanky-ass smoker to make me reek. Yay.
• If you think I’m mentally ill it’s probably because I want you to.
• Taking Alka-Seltzer then working out outside for an hour might not have been the best idea. Felt stoned and disoriented the whole time. It was kinda fun, though!
• I just made myself dinner of sun-dried tomato Alfredo, rigatoni, onions and ground beef and it doesn’t taste very good but I’ll eat it anyway.
• I really have gotten to like the Jehovah’s Witness guy who comes by every couple months. Steve. Today he was talking about predestiny and whether all things happen for a reason. Well, I honestly hope so because it’d suck to find out that I was hanging on here for nothing.
• Put a ton of pepper on the dinner. Made it worse.
• Haven’t seen much of Gabriel lately. He stepped on the elevator at work with me mid-week, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t follow me into the office. Not sure what that was all about.
• I’m really sorry I tried that ‘radiesse’ or whatever it’s called, to ‘plump up’ where my face is sagging around my mouth. It makes my face look even fatter — especially when I smile — and so I guess I don’t think the tradeoff was worth it. Now I’m stuck looking like Alvin the Chipmunk for a year and a half.
• The reason I put that line in the title is because I listened to that song four times while I was walking. I just kept playing it over and over.
• I have this awesome, 7-foot, arched window in my bedroom. The sun beats in and, when I’m alone like this, it’s like laying in heaven. Think I might go do that right now.