Spidey, My Love

Spiderman 2 is the most satisfying movie I've seen this year. There's only one Sap Pocket that I immediately forgave.

I can't wait to see it again.

I'd be interested to hear everyone else's opinion.

The Weight of Being Me

I weighted myself again this morning and I have now lost a total of 10lbs. I'm pleased. I wish I had thought to take my measurements before I started this regime, I'd like to know how many inches I'm losing. Oh sure, I could take them now but I don't feel like it.

Bratty? Oh just a tad.

Yoga

I've been doing yoga every other day for the past week.

Not only do I feel taller, I've lost 7 lbs.

I am a little concerned about the feeling taller part; this is one of the pre-migraine symptoms that I get. The am-I-taller-headaches are the worst. The only thing I can do about that kind of headache is take something to knock me out and sleep until it's gone.

I'm hoping that it's just a growth spurt.

For those keeping track...

My disability check that should have come Wednesday still hasn't come I called EDD Friday morning and a zombie voiced woman asked me a handful of questions and then told me why I haven't gotten the check yet.

They were holding my check for a "personal contact."

Did I miss their call, you ask?

No. According The State Zombie there is a state mandate that they wait for me to call them.

Not just me, everyone, but me in this case.

I should have it on Tuesday.

So, my stress level has lowered, but I'm still not sleeping.

BTW -- Joe has been blogging from the road.

If you haven't looked at his blog recently, you've missed a lot.

Goil Pile

I just had a nice chat with Tavie and Kitana. I miss them so.

Tavie had to leave because she was feeling icky, but Kit and I chatted for a while longer. We were discussing the time before Goils. (B. G.) That time was dull, colourless, and washed out.

It's strange to think of a time before I knew Our Little Group, it makes me feel lucky in a time when I'm feeling very unlucky and less than.

Find your own Goils, you'll thank me for it later.

So what's it gonna be?

Will I be able to sleep tonight?

My disability check hasn't come yet, the automated phone system says that the last check they sent out was the one I got two weeks ago and I can't call anyone to ask until the morning. Brooke, my therapist, convinced me not to go back on the Trazodone and try for natural sleep. No over the counter stuff, no herbs, nothing but calming thoughts and a restful soul.

Fuck, no, I'm not going to sleep tonight!

Hold me.

Rick on Six Feet Under

Steph sent me this comment:This has nothing to do with anything, but I noticed Rick Overton's name in the Six Feet Under credits of last night's episode. Is it your bud Rick?

And yes it is! I was a little disappointed that he wasn't in it more. More so, I'm sad that they didn't use a scene that he told Di and me about when he was here in January at Sketchfest. They let him adlib some stuff - he's giving the elegy - the camera moves towards him "...God, how she loved to run..." and pans away.

How could they not use that?

Did anyone else notice that Tucker's brother was in that episode, too?

Rejoice!

Joe is blogging again. He's going to be on the road this week -- Albuquerque, New Mexico, if you're in the area check him out -- so who knows if he's going to be able to find internet access to be able to post from the road.

I hope so. He's on a roll.

Why am I awake?

I can't sleep.

Or rather, I can't stay asleep.

Or I can't fall asleep.

I just want to sleep.

But I can't.

A couple of things

Thursday night, Diane got me drunk and made me ride a cable car, which -- in turn -- rumbled and vibrated so much, I didn't want to get off (to misquote Joe Klocek) until I got off.

Also, Joe Klocek.com has been completely redesigned.

Go have a look, won't you?

Adding Friends

I've added a link to eva8's flog (not how it sounds) and she's taken some beautiful pictures and I suggest that you go take a look.

Sad

I'm feeling very sad. I'm feeling unloved and unwanted and don't know what to do about it. I have wonderful friends but that's not what I mean by love. I want a man to be in love with me and for me to be in love with him.

I seem to be wandering around with a broken heart and no relationship to show for it.

It doesn't help that I don't know how to start a date let alone a relationship.

Grrr. Arg.