At Home He's a Tourist

He fills his head with culture/ He gives himself an ulcer.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Last night I fell asleep on the sofa while watching Flying Circus and had the best night's rest (without pharmaceutical assistance, anyway) in a long time. Maybe the problem is my mattress, a cheapie twin-size purchased two years ago and getting a bit saggy in the middle.

Today: guitar practice, cleaning up, exercise, reading (SPOILER: the sexpot in Mistress of Mistresses turns out to be Aphrodite Herself), CD shopping (got a used copy of John Mayall, despite never heard him before--I have to admit that I have become as much a Collector as a Listener of CDs).

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Spent most of the morning looking up ISBN's of back installments of a biblical studies series that the religion dept. wants a complete set of. Also took advantage of some free health screenings on campus--ECG, blood test, bone density, urinalysis, body fat percentage, etc. On top of that, in the afternoon I scooted over to Lockney to see the G.P., who gave me some Zantac for the acid reflux and also ran through a list of verboten foods and beverages, all of which are among my favorites: caffeine, alcohol, milk, spicy food, even peppermints. He did say I had a "good slow heartbeat" and asked if I ran.

Two weeks now without seeing a movie. No problems so far--I'm rediscovering that reading is more pleasurable anyway. Currently going through Fish Dinner in Memison and Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Why are the Brits so good?

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I spoke too soon of the "nice greasy Mexican dinner," as I was up all Sunday night with indigestion. I suspect that my acid reflux is back. But last night I slept soundly, thanks to Unisom; the rest and the vernal climate combined to put me in a good mood today.

The Boss found a job ad I had printed out and left by accident at the front desk, so my secret is out. However, she was sympathetic and offered to serve as a reference.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Not a very satisfying day. I overslept and so missed church; half-heartedly practiced the guitar; had a very light workout at the Y; tried reading three different books but didn't feel engaged by any of them. I did, however, eat a nice greasy Mexican dinner, so the day wasn't a total wash.

The blushing seems to flare up after alcohol and coffee, my two favorite beverages. Am I going to have to become a Mormon?