Moving right along....
Aug. 7th, 2004 04:08 pmI'm feeling too distracted and scattered to write much, but here's a brief rundown.
I've almost quit smoking; I've been letting myself have one cigarette a day. On the one hand, my voice and my coordination while playing guitar have had dramatic improvements, so I have powerful incentive not to smoke much. On the other hand, I deal with withdrawal symptoms better if I tell myself that I can't smoke "right now" rather than "never". Self discipline for the rebellious...When I diet, I need to allow myself a meal in which I indulge myself one day a week, and the rest of the time, I'm good. Anyway, I've gone from 30 cigarettes a day to one cigarette a day, which I still think is pretty good. I'm trying to decide how long to wait before starting voice lessons.
The earliest that I could get a dental appointment was at the end of September. Oh well...I had hoped to get the work done before we were back in the middle of a release cycle. Instead, we'll be at the peak of the cycle. (A while back, they told me that I needed my wisdom teeth out, but I never got it done. Potentially, I could be out for a week. Maybe I could schedule it for January.)
The vet said that Random was exposed to a mosquito infected with heartworm, but that he doesn't have a worm. Don't ask me how he got exposed, but at least he's okay. I forgot to ask whether I should have my other cats tested.
I had to get up obscenely early for a class on Thursday and Friday, so I hoped I use that as a start on getting up early, but I still wound up staying up late last night. Going to the gym and the other stuff that I'm doing is conflicting with getting up early. Not sure how to resolve that.
I read a terrific book called A Soprano on Her Head by Eloise Risted. It's about psychological blocks in music. It's led me to ask myself what I got out of not singing all these years, but I'm feeling too scattered to write about it right now.
I've almost quit smoking; I've been letting myself have one cigarette a day. On the one hand, my voice and my coordination while playing guitar have had dramatic improvements, so I have powerful incentive not to smoke much. On the other hand, I deal with withdrawal symptoms better if I tell myself that I can't smoke "right now" rather than "never". Self discipline for the rebellious...When I diet, I need to allow myself a meal in which I indulge myself one day a week, and the rest of the time, I'm good. Anyway, I've gone from 30 cigarettes a day to one cigarette a day, which I still think is pretty good. I'm trying to decide how long to wait before starting voice lessons.
The earliest that I could get a dental appointment was at the end of September. Oh well...I had hoped to get the work done before we were back in the middle of a release cycle. Instead, we'll be at the peak of the cycle. (A while back, they told me that I needed my wisdom teeth out, but I never got it done. Potentially, I could be out for a week. Maybe I could schedule it for January.)
The vet said that Random was exposed to a mosquito infected with heartworm, but that he doesn't have a worm. Don't ask me how he got exposed, but at least he's okay. I forgot to ask whether I should have my other cats tested.
I had to get up obscenely early for a class on Thursday and Friday, so I hoped I use that as a start on getting up early, but I still wound up staying up late last night. Going to the gym and the other stuff that I'm doing is conflicting with getting up early. Not sure how to resolve that.
I read a terrific book called A Soprano on Her Head by Eloise Risted. It's about psychological blocks in music. It's led me to ask myself what I got out of not singing all these years, but I'm feeling too scattered to write about it right now.