It's all pretty and innocent-looking until you grind it up, slap it in the oven and melt butter on it.
Sometimes I think I'm a little happier whilst in crisis.
Now, when I say "crisis," I mean the most innocuous, non-TV-news-making variety that pretty much only effects me vs. anyone else on Earth. That little round thing circling my head on occasion? Yeah, that's the planet -- caught, perhaps, in the vast gravitational pull of my own self-absorption.
Anyhoo, long story short, I've been feeling sick since Sunday and was most definitely ill-ish Tuesday. And on top of all that, I thought I electrocuted Brad. Plugged him in to my computer (he's my iPhone, for those who don't read my Tuesday column) and, well, he locked up for hours. Somewhat less than thrilled, I left work and visited the AT&T shop, where this really nice young man advised me to go to the Apple store at Woodland Hills -- again, less than thrilled. So I used AT&T's phone to make an appointment (they had a cancellation and were able to squeeze me in, God love and keep 'em) for 8:45 p.m.
On a side note, Woodland Hills is NOT a place you want to visit late on a week night when you're an insecure gay man in your 30s. Just sayin'.
Blah, blah, blah, another nice young man (everyone in the entire mall was younger than me -- no lie, I took a poll) hooked Brad up to a computer and, several minutes later, resuscitated him. Sorta. ALL of my contacts were gone, along with 800-plus songs, photos from Christmas, my beloved Words with Friends and Facebook apps -- gone, gone, gone. It was week's WORST gloom-despair-and-agony-on-me moment. (Apparently, I just had to plug it back up to my computer the next day, and everything was hunky-dorian-gray -- which did happen, thankfully.)
So, feeling dramatic, I ingratiated myself upon Lord V's company. I forgot the chain of events that led to this BRILLIANT decision, but we made cornbread with cheese in it -- and I ate half the pone. Y'all call 'em pones, right? Whatever, it was delicious, and the day's drama totally made it OK.
But in the harsh light of Wednesday morning, when I opted out of going to the gym (no songs, thanks to Brad's near-death experience -- no way I'm working out to the sound of my own grunting via treadmill), I realized I've fallen off the wagon BIG TIME this week. Had to make up for it on Wednesday:
BREAKFAST: Oatmeal with blueberries.
A.M. SNACK: Banana (I think -- it's kinda hazy)
LUNCH: Turkey sandwich on whole wheat with Provolone cheese, light mayo and spicey mustard, all preceded by a simple salad of spinach and other weed-like greens with a non-fat organic red bell pepper vinaigrette.
P.M. SNACK: 1/4 cups almonds
DINNER: Grilled tilapia with a salad or Romaine lettuce, shredded carrots, water chestnuts and a non-organic red bell pepper vinaigrette (what's my deal with RBPV?), as well as some brown whole grain rice with veggies. Quite nice, actually.
Ran nearly five miles at Gymboree today -- in my Transformers T-shirt. Apparently, it's time to do laundry, as tomorrow's gym shirt (should I choose to accept the mission) will either be a green Lil' Rascals shirt with Spanky on it, plus the word "STUD"; or a beige-y shirt with the silhouette of a naked woman planting a flower. I think I'll opt for the latter and look like a mud flap vs. the former in case people don't get Spanky's irony.
That's enough, my carpal tunnel's acting up.
Peace, love and corn meal dreams ... XOXO
