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:: Tuesday, March 02, 2004 ::

Urban Exploration is happening....

:: sandy 9:46 PM [+] ::
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I must concur with your musings on the body. All through the day, our bodies seem totally subserviant to our minds' will. Walk here. Pick that up. Type that. Today, a foray into the blurred realm when the body develops a mind of its own, threatening to burst free from its bonds and leave the upper mind alone and insane. Two things today brought clearly into focus this truth. First, I woke up this morning with an annoying sore throat that morphed into a cough and general haze inside my skull. Totally sucked. I will sleep early tonight. Second, despite my illness, I went to the gym and worked my legs extra hard. Four sets of eight on the squat: 245, 275, 295, 315. Followed up with three sets of eight on the leg sled: 3, 4 and 5 plates on a side. After that I went to the cable row and did three sets of ten: 120. 140 and 160. At this point I wanted to go over to the leg extensions and further beat on my legs when I started getting that awful feeling that only comes with a truly intense leg/back workout.. nausea. I might consider it something akin to dying almost... sit as still as you want but your body is like a cracked dam trembling before its explodes and floods the valley. It truly is horrifying to some degree. Remember that little boy from Poltergeist when he discovered that his sister was speaking to him from the television.. that was me.. trapped from fear, afraid to cry for help lest the demons decend upon me and pull me down to hell. of course I'm being melodramatic. I simply left the gym early, beat a swift retreat.. and eventually my body returned to my control, ransacked but stable, whispering softly to me," Don't fuck with me... don't fuck with me"


About your sleep issues: We have to look at this logically. the reason that most of us get up at 630 or 7 (me for example) and go to bed at 11 or 1130 is predicated on a normal 8 hour work day. 90% of the jobs out there conduct business during daylight, when people are most productive (note: most) so to stay up past normal bed time hours will cause problems during the workday. You, on the other hand, have nothing currently to wake up for. To force your self to get up early and then still stay up late, during which you seem to be most productive, makes no sense. You might as well keep your current schedule, just make sure, and I think this is most important that you dont sleep more than 8 hours a day. Stay up till 5am all you want, just make sure you get out of bed by 1pm at the latest. Its all about a regular schedule. You body will respond better when its in a rhythm..

:: sandy 6:29 PM [+] ::
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:: Sunday, February 29, 2004 ::
I got fuck all on teh writing tip lately..
Stop writing about yourself you lazy fuck
I washed my car this afternoon and driving its slippery lines makes me happy
my dads dog died on friday
everyone is really sad, not so much at the actual passing as it was expected but i think more that they realised how much of a role that little dog played in their lives. we sat on out on the porch sipping red wine and we both suddenly noticed. silence. no jingling collar. no rustling in the ivy. they're planning on having her cremated and buried in their backyard. in common sadness, the family was definitely closer now because of it. yes, there is still the usual back and forth with rita and her parents but all three of them were linked together through that dog and together they are now linked in their grief.

another memorable weekend
gyros are traditionally good and or good gyros are a tradition
winter is receding finally
another awesome week at work is sure to come and now on the horizon is a glimpse of the next year and i'm excited at the propects
we like the moon, not as much as a spoon. but a spoon is more use for eating soup. not like a fork unless it has a lot of vegatables although you might be better off
in that case with a chopstick

we all have violent thoughts. i would like to know how close we all actually are to realising those fantasy's. is this barrier quantifyable? My guess is that matt is perhaps closer than the rest of us. It is noted that his results are most definitely skewed as the survey does not differentiate between types of violence and thus, self-abuse is logged at actualized violence, pushing his totals higher.

:: sandy 10:57 PM [+] ::
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