February 1st, 2007


The 4-Day Hangover

God, I'm on this huge hangover right now from the weekend. You have no idea how difficult it is to get up and go to work this week. If I wasn't waking at 5am every day to go running, I'd have nothing to look forward to.

As I rounded lap 6 or 7 yesterday morning, I envisioned the rest of my day: laboring over a sore achilles tendon, limping through the subway and straining to stand as the train dragged me to my slow demise, resting it at work hoping for a cure only to be stabbed in the back with more nagging pain on the way home. In short, I planned on taking this morning off. Miraculously, by the time I went to bed it felt about as good as it did when I started running in the morning. So, today I ran, and it's still no worse for the wear. Poor form is now guiding me through my travails.

I have nothing else going on right now. I'm not writing a damn thing; I'm not planning on writing a damn thing any time soon. I have two long-term goals that are steadfast on my mind (losing weight and paying off debt) and until these fucking monkeys are taken care of, there's no diversity in my life. I guess I'm reading some, and I'm jotting down ideas for stories, but I've got absolutely no passion in my life right now. Getting healthy and making money and cooking like a grown up - I'm going to make a proper dinner for the first time since Sunday night when I get home later (I've been living off of cans of chili and Jewish raisin bread for the last two nights).

Friday night, I'm either getting drunk or going out; I don't care which. The only problem (if it is a problem) is that, if I'm stuck going out by myself, then I'm going to see a movie, and the only movie out there worth a testicle is "Smokin' Aces" and that movie's been getting highly mixed reviews (though, Rolling Stone, which I generally trust above all else, says it's worth watching; from the same guy who made "Narc"). Of course, I could just as easily see myself renting a couple movies from Hollywood Video, buying a six-pack of Budweiser tall-boys, and masturbating under a blanket until the roommates go to sleep.

I have a list of somewhat pointless Day-Long Projects tacked to my wall. In no particular order, they are:

* Redesign/Revamp/Update my entire website, including uploading all the new stories I don't yet have up there

* Spend 12 hours doing nothing but listening to music and writing down the occasional thought (without any other outside stimuli like phone, computer, book, or human conversation)

* Spend 12 hours doing nothing but writing

* From sundown to sunrise, just walk around the city, without sleeping, without going home (in a summer month, when it's a little less nipple-hardening outside)

* Fast for 36 hours

I have reasons for all of these. First, my website is always going to be rinky dink because I don't have any interest in making my website look fancy with yer Java and whatnot. Really, I just don't care for the color scheme; but the most important factor is that I haven't updated it in like a year. It's time. And it's time to start keeping up on that on a regular basis. Plus, I have ideas for things to add to it.

The music thing is very simple: I read this article in Rolling Stone and there was this article about this guy who was a really bigtime record producer. And, there was this line where a guy said about how, when they were younger, they'd just get together and sit around in a room simply listening to music. That got me to thinking, we, as a society, NEVER do that anymore! I noticed my music-listening pattern over the last few years, and I've either been tied to an iPod while out-and-about or listening to my computer while doing other things. So, I'm rededicating myself to my appreciation of music.

The 12-hour writing thing isn't actually my idea, it's Jenny's. We meant to try and do that as a writing group last year, but it never happened. Well, it's GOING to happen, even if I have to do it all by myself.

The walking around the city thing was this idea I had late last year when I was alone in Manhattan and I wondered how long I could stay away from the apartment. It doesn't have to be all walking around outside; I could find a bar to park myself in, or I could walk around like Dave Attell on Insomniac seeing if I can find weird shit to do that doesn't involve sexual favors to crack dealers.

And the fasting I did in college. Granted, I had six Coors Lights in there, but I'd hardly call that food OR drink. Fasting's good, it cleanses the body and soul. An obvious weekend chore.