Faltering

Ugh. I haven't been eating very well, and my stomach knows it. I ate many Tums this weekend... alternated between heartburn and nausea for most of it. I'm still 2 pounds under goal, despite the poor choices I've been making lately. My lowest point has been about 6 pounds under goal (131.2 pounds, dressed obviously).

On the bright side, I played through all of Super Metroid this weekend while at Anthony's house. We also went to see Watchmen again with Jay. I can't wait for the director's cut in the summer... I just can't get enough of that movie for some reason.

Time to sleep. Hopefully I'll have better stuff to talk about next time!

Here We Go Again

I'm not even sure why I'm trying the blog thing again. I'm starting to think that blogging tends to thrive only when one has more baggage than the lost and found at Logan Airport. I guess it's also a valid pastime if you are full of anger and enjoy oozing your seething rage all over the Internet.

I have blogged quite a bit over the years. That's part of why my inability to blog now is so confounding - I used to have no problem yammering on about nothing and leaving it out in plain view. I think it can be attributed to a combination of factors: 1) I'm getting older, 2) I don't have an awful lot to complain about and 3) I'm not awfully worried about what people think of me anymore.

It seems like whenever I have a thought that seems blog-worthy, I either forget it before I get the chance to write it or just plain don't know how I want to say it. I stare at the empty text box and give up after awhile. Even this short post has taken several days to compose, although I feel pressured to have some sort of really cool opening post.

I guess I could try to make the next post a little cooler...