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Sunday,
April 9, 2006
The cold has receded
And in its wake, I look at myself and wonder, "Holy fuck, where did all this FAT come from?"
Back to the gym, yes, precious. Actually, it's not all fat -- I suspect I catabolized a fair amount of muscle in the last two weeks, dammit, which is leaving some flappy areas and requiring me to hit the iron with a vengeance. Nonetheless, a steady diet of cardio and heavy weights will be called for, and some Atkins probably wouldn't hurt, either.
However, now that I can arise from my bed of pain without moaning and grasping the cat for support, I'm also diving back into a lot of unfortunately neglected chores that (also unfortunately) have deadlines, one of which is the creation of that shopping cart for a web customer (and thanks for the helpful links, Sidra). I figure I just have to grit my teeth and go for it -- if worse comes to worse, I throw up my hands, admit my ignorance and tell him to find a competent web hack.
I also need to get those two short stories done this weekend -- one was almost done when I abruptly realized that a suggestion I'd planted earlier in the story was actually a crisis that had to be resolved before the story could end. Drat. I know it's good when this happens because it means the story is organic and makes internal sense, and adds a nice little fillip of danger, but it's also more work for me at a time when I really don't need more work.
I just told this to Lyndon, and he said, "If anyone can do it, hon, you can." Double drat. I was hoping to dredge some ideas out of his fevered brain. Oh, well -- off to have Earl Ray and Lakesha rescue some teenaged boys from superintelligent zombies, tra la.