My tap water now tastes like gold after drinking Kannapolis water for three months.
There's a horrible lack of vegetables in my diet as of recent. I feel my body deteriorating into all sorts of mess, and I don't know why.
The theme of my current life is distraction.
Where is the urgency I'm supposed to feel?
My precious Kevin visited this past weekend - distraction number 1.
Put trips to BN and leisurely memorizing vocab words on hold to feed him jellies (which he was very aggressive about eating) and watch nursery rhymes on repeat (I couldn't tell you what 'obstreperous' means but I know all the words to 'Wheels on the Bus' again). He drooled all over my shirt after falling asleep on me, and he loves games that involve basketballs, and he entertains himself with climbing up and down my brother's bunk bed, and I'm only mildly obsessed with him.
P.S. We have a lefty in the family.
Breaking Bad - distraction number 2.
I, and the other 5.9 million viewers, eagerly awaited the beginning of the end of Heisenberg. But I didn't make it until 3:30am. Life without Internet, cable... or a baking sheet... proves to be a little difficult. Furniture - optional when you are two boys with a football and rolling chair. Did you know that activities on a Sunday night are rather difficult to find? But $1 PBR's at Alivia's... and if all else fails, grocery shopping is always a winning past time.
And I think my body entirely rejects jarred turkey gravy - yes, it's exactly as sketchy as it sounds.
IR wrap - distraction number 3.
Simultaneously the most comfortable and uncomfortable experience I've experienced.
Let me clarify my relationship with heat first: evidently when I was a toddling baby living in a second floor apartment with weak AC in Florida, I would lose my shit from the heat. By 'lose my shit,' I mean, I would run frenzied around the room, banging my head on the walls. My parents tried to solve this situation by putting a tub of water on the ground for me to dunk my head in. Thanks parents for just getting around to telling me this. I'm only 33% concerned about my mental health.
Anyways, this IR wrap involves climbing into a giant heated sleeping bag basically. You are supposed to lie there for 45 minutes, enveloped in intense heat (I forget the exact temperature, but it's up there). I dozed off at the start, woke up to my feet burning up, dozed off again, woke up again in a puddle of sweat. Once you step out and chug a bottle of iced water, though, it's like the most refreshing feeling ever. So refreshing that I feel like I don't need to study anymore. I'm vaguely considering buying one of these IR sleeping bag things.
Where is the urgency I'm supposed to feel?
Put trips to BN and leisurely memorizing vocab words on hold to feed him jellies (which he was very aggressive about eating) and watch nursery rhymes on repeat (I couldn't tell you what 'obstreperous' means but I know all the words to 'Wheels on the Bus' again). He drooled all over my shirt after falling asleep on me, and he loves games that involve basketballs, and he entertains himself with climbing up and down my brother's bunk bed, and I'm only mildly obsessed with him.
P.S. We have a lefty in the family.
Breaking Bad - distraction number 2.
I, and the other 5.9 million viewers, eagerly awaited the beginning of the end of Heisenberg. But I didn't make it until 3:30am. Life without Internet, cable... or a baking sheet... proves to be a little difficult. Furniture - optional when you are two boys with a football and rolling chair. Did you know that activities on a Sunday night are rather difficult to find? But $1 PBR's at Alivia's... and if all else fails, grocery shopping is always a winning past time.
And I think my body entirely rejects jarred turkey gravy - yes, it's exactly as sketchy as it sounds.
IR wrap - distraction number 3.
Simultaneously the most comfortable and uncomfortable experience I've experienced.
Let me clarify my relationship with heat first: evidently when I was a toddling baby living in a second floor apartment with weak AC in Florida, I would lose my shit from the heat. By 'lose my shit,' I mean, I would run frenzied around the room, banging my head on the walls. My parents tried to solve this situation by putting a tub of water on the ground for me to dunk my head in. Thanks parents for just getting around to telling me this. I'm only 33% concerned about my mental health.
Anyways, this IR wrap involves climbing into a giant heated sleeping bag basically. You are supposed to lie there for 45 minutes, enveloped in intense heat (I forget the exact temperature, but it's up there). I dozed off at the start, woke up to my feet burning up, dozed off again, woke up again in a puddle of sweat. Once you step out and chug a bottle of iced water, though, it's like the most refreshing feeling ever. So refreshing that I feel like I don't need to study anymore. I'm vaguely considering buying one of these IR sleeping bag things.
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