Fuck it...

I've been trying to eat healthy lately. I want to lose weight (kinda sorta - otherwise it would be happening by now), but there are just parts of me that say "fuck it - I've had a bad day and I want a pizza." So tonight I'm going to have a pizza. I guess one of the things in the aftermath of my "brush with death" on Saturday is that life is too short not to enjoy it. I have always lived life to the fullest, and one of the things that I really enjoy is eating. I'll admit it. I wish I was still athletically inclined as I was in my younger days, but I'm not... and I'm not likely to get back into that kind of shape either.

Of course, I won't feel this way tomorrow. I'll be back on my health kick because I know in the long run I'll feel better and live a better life if I get my weight back on track.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG... I just remembered now why I live with my phone ringer turned off. I turned it on so that I can ring the pizza guy through the security gate... in the FIVE MINUTES that I have had the ringer turned on, I have already had TWO phone solicitors call me. Jesus F. Christ I even have an unlisted number.

It's been a wild and crazy week, filled with highs and lows. Overall though, I think I've made some very positive decisions and had some very good things happen to me this week. I think I'm coming out of my lengthy depression I've been in. Mind you, I haven't been horribly, can't-get-out-of-my-bed depressed, but I've been feeling blue for several months now without really knowing why.

Maybe some of this has to do with my decision to become active in the Camarilla again. I don't know. I'm going to see how my sleep patterns adjust, and whether or not it starts making me "drag" at work again. If that happens, I'll have to cut back on it again. But darn it, I did miss what little social life I had, so I'm starting it up again.

Ciao for now, I have a mountain of email to wade through.