Inside Joke
I have a girlfriend. She lives in Canada, though. You wouldn't know her.
Heh. I've been accused today of, among other things, blogging solely for a certain someone. And I was thinking that since this certain someone seems to be poring over this blog daily and quite thoroughly, maybe I am. :) But I don't want the amusingly excoriating emails to escalate, so I won't say anymore past that. BTW, I could very easily post these emails too, but Allan thinks I shouldn't even be talking about this stuff in this arena. I dunno. Isn't that what it's for? Nobody reads this thing to find out what I had for breakfast (BTW, it's the same thing each and every day: shredded wheat in chocolate soy milk, sometimes with berries). They want drama, intrigue, bitch-slapping. And I've had the first two in great abundance recently. However, if I continue to fan the flames of crazy, I put myself at great risk of receiving the third.
And she just emailed me while I was writing this. It looks like maybe she's finally going to stop. So I will too. Adios, crazy. You'll be remembered. :)
And from the Rapidly Decreasing Andy Department: 192 pounds. I often see less on the scale, but that has been a pretty common reading. I am guessing that I was still gaining muscle while losing fat, but now I've gained all the muscle I'm going to gain, without picking up the weights (I really need to buy a set), so now that fat seems to be falling off at the rate of a few pounds a week. Pretty cool. I haven't taken a day off from running in nine days, but my body was telling me to take one today. Not that I did. My body was right. I turned back half way. :)
Oh, yeah, and...five more classes left!
Heh. I've been accused today of, among other things, blogging solely for a certain someone. And I was thinking that since this certain someone seems to be poring over this blog daily and quite thoroughly, maybe I am. :) But I don't want the amusingly excoriating emails to escalate, so I won't say anymore past that. BTW, I could very easily post these emails too, but Allan thinks I shouldn't even be talking about this stuff in this arena. I dunno. Isn't that what it's for? Nobody reads this thing to find out what I had for breakfast (BTW, it's the same thing each and every day: shredded wheat in chocolate soy milk, sometimes with berries). They want drama, intrigue, bitch-slapping. And I've had the first two in great abundance recently. However, if I continue to fan the flames of crazy, I put myself at great risk of receiving the third.
And she just emailed me while I was writing this. It looks like maybe she's finally going to stop. So I will too. Adios, crazy. You'll be remembered. :)
And from the Rapidly Decreasing Andy Department: 192 pounds. I often see less on the scale, but that has been a pretty common reading. I am guessing that I was still gaining muscle while losing fat, but now I've gained all the muscle I'm going to gain, without picking up the weights (I really need to buy a set), so now that fat seems to be falling off at the rate of a few pounds a week. Pretty cool. I haven't taken a day off from running in nine days, but my body was telling me to take one today. Not that I did. My body was right. I turned back half way. :)
Oh, yeah, and...five more classes left!
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