Neglect...

I am the worst blogger ever. I think that it is this incredible unrelenting heat that has become the “new normal” around these parts. Today it is supposed to get up to eleventy-one. It has been in the triple digits since early June. I can’t do anything; it’s even punishing to go on walks. The only thing I’ve doing in the heat is that I’ve been looking at houses.

Today I have two houses to look at, at wildly different ends of the housing spectrum. One is huge and over-exposed (not nestled into a neighborhood) the other is small & nestled in-between two larger, nicer houses. Oh yeah, & $105K less. Shit, I could do a lot with $105K.

Anyway, that’s about it. I’ve been visiting bars a little too much lately out of sheer & indescribable boredom. I’m working on being able to wear a bikini in September to a float trip & can almost do so without blinding anyone. I’m going to start exposing my lily-white belly to the sun, but will be cautious to not blind the sun itself.


I had started to eat more carbs & less supplementing of fat, but that really didn’t agree with me, so now I’m back on the mostly fat, meat, & beer diet & I’m skinnying up quite nicely. I still have sushi once or twice a week (might try a new place, The Sushi Place, tonight & my sister came into town & had sushi with us last week, fun!) with white rice & my lunch this week is roast leftovers with potatoes & carrots, so carbs aren’t totally off the table.

The only other thing I’ve been doing lately is reading a bunch of rock & roll biographies, autobiographies, & memoirs (found at Goodwill). Damn, I think that the key to musical success lies in a person’s ability to withstand lots of needles full of various drugs & the ability to be the biggest asshole on the planet with absolutely no regard for anyone else, ever. I guess the ability to play an instrument & write music might be marginally useful, as well.