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which_chickWhat did I do today? Ran a chipper/shredder in ninety degree heat. It was a three-liter day and I still got one of the not-drinking-enough headaches. Buggerit.
Had lunch at BK which was okay because I figure I burned it off. Interestingly, TJ (the one that I think grew up so utterly fucking pretty) was at the BK with his... girlfriend or whatever. They sat about three tables away. I'd glance over at him and there he'd be, looking at me. I don't know what the hell that was about -- I'm old enough to be his fucking mother. Anyway, he's got bright blue eyes, not like I could miss 'em looking at me. Maybe he was wondering who the old guy I was with was. (My dad.) Damn, he's a pretty thing. He'll be at Fair this week. I should make an effort to get up there and see what I can get on camera since he has given up on the beard project and is, therefore, back to his usual lovely self. I'll see what I can do. Check back for updates on this front.
Took a shower and a nap after work. Fixed collards for supper, made popcorn, settled down to watch Velvet Goldmine again. It's eye candy. I like boys in makeup. I like. And, y'know, they're such fucking eye candy. Pretty things, indeed. I was going to read smut but that takes more effort because I have to set up the rendering engine in my brain. Watching pretty boys in a movie is a lot easier and I like both of the leads in this one. New, this time through: I finally noticed that Eddie Izzard is the fucking manager. I wonder how I missed that the first twenty times through? Chalk it up to complete oblivion.
Had lunch at BK which was okay because I figure I burned it off. Interestingly, TJ (the one that I think grew up so utterly fucking pretty) was at the BK with his... girlfriend or whatever. They sat about three tables away. I'd glance over at him and there he'd be, looking at me. I don't know what the hell that was about -- I'm old enough to be his fucking mother. Anyway, he's got bright blue eyes, not like I could miss 'em looking at me. Maybe he was wondering who the old guy I was with was. (My dad.) Damn, he's a pretty thing. He'll be at Fair this week. I should make an effort to get up there and see what I can get on camera since he has given up on the beard project and is, therefore, back to his usual lovely self. I'll see what I can do. Check back for updates on this front.
Took a shower and a nap after work. Fixed collards for supper, made popcorn, settled down to watch Velvet Goldmine again. It's eye candy. I like boys in makeup. I like. And, y'know, they're such fucking eye candy. Pretty things, indeed. I was going to read smut but that takes more effort because I have to set up the rendering engine in my brain. Watching pretty boys in a movie is a lot easier and I like both of the leads in this one. New, this time through: I finally noticed that Eddie Izzard is the fucking manager. I wonder how I missed that the first twenty times through? Chalk it up to complete oblivion.
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Date: 2005-07-26 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 12:31 pm (UTC)I wonder if some of the headaches I get are not-drinking-enough headaches. I'm very bad at staying properly hydrated, particularly at work. Do they have a distinctive feel (like the horrible, awful caffeine withdrawal headaches do)?
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Date: 2005-07-28 12:13 am (UTC)Drinking water at work is important. In my truck, I carry around plastic liter bottles of water (Orginally Aquafina, which is a brand of bottled water that I can tolerate. They DO NOT all taste the same. They don't.) that I fill up out of my tap at home. If I think about it, I freeze them (only part way full) the night before, but since I will happily drink warm water, this isn't critical for me. I don't use the squeezy squirty topped bottles because they get icky and ordinary screw-cap bottles don't get icky crufty like that. I use standard sized bottles so that I have some idea of how much water I'm consuming. If I have gotten to noon and am still on the first liter bottle, I'm probably not drinking enough.