First goal: To lose five pounds by August 1.

A lofty goal on a small frame like mine, but it will be a big difference on my body. I have spent too much of the past three weeks eating restaurant food and not enough time in the gym.

So: Working out at least four times each week, ideally five. Cutting out all sweets (except Brian's birthday dessert), and reducing all animal fats.

That's literally all I have to do. If I remember how simple it is, it won't be as daunting.

Another goal during this time period: Write five more chapters in the book. About 20,000 more words (I am now over 40,000 words). This too can be done, with perseverence.

Third goal this month: Have a ridiculous amount of crazy sex with husband for the next fourteen days. This one is easily achieved. I hope. It's up to him to avoid late Friday nights at work, which actually have been happening less often of late.

I know you all wanted to know that last one.

Tags: book, conception, fitness, word count

So today I got my period, which I found slightly upsetting, since I had just wasted a test. Oh well. Afterward I went outside to clean out the car. I threw away a whole bunch of empty water and gatorade bottles. Actually I recycled them, but anyway.

I was in a mood, and loafed around hating our apartment, as I often do on the weekends. We were awakened around 7am as usual by our cunt upstairs landlady who turns on the radio directly beneath our bedroom in the garage, and blasts "lite rock" for hours. So loud that it sounds like it's right in the next room, because it kind of is.

Before we left for Target around 11am, I let her know that we could hear the radio this morning in our bedroom, and she of course passive aggressively said "you said it didn't bother you." Yeah, a year ago when the radio was under the living room instead.

Target was good, and the sun was shining. Went home and did some writing after lunch, then I was watching the Giants game and feeling frustrated, looking at much cheaper east bay apartments on craigslist. Brian and I started fantasizing about moving into a real house, with a backyard and everything.

Then we realized it just wouldn't be smart to move, unless we had decided to stay in the bay area for another five years (then we would have already moved). We plan to go to Chicago in a year at the earliest, so two moves would make no sense. So we have to stick out our loud, cheapskate, bitch landlady.

It's almost made worse by the fact that our friend next door, a sweet older lady named Trixie, leases her downstairs unit to a couple guys and she is quite possibly the best landlady on earth. Never raises the rent, takes good care of the place, cooks for them! UGH. And we are stuck with Miss Tightwad.

Anyway, I realized we won't be moving, so we can instead make the best of it. We can decorate the place nicer, get rid of the clutter, rearrange some of the rooms a bit. I may move my desk into the dining room (we are getting rid of the used-twice dining table -- it's crappy anyway and we weren't going to take it to Chicago) and have a little office in there so that half of the second bedroom/office can accomodate a crib someday.

I was very productive after that, throwing away things, moving plants around, making a big pile for a garage sale next weekend. Then I took a long walk. After that Brian and I went out to Thai food with Pei-Lynn. It was fun. We went to Chow after dinner for a little dessert and cappucino. Just got home and washed up, and I think I need to sleep.

Tags: chicago, conception, food

+ I am in my new cubicle. Boy have I been spoiled for the past five years. This lack of privacy is going to make me a lot more productive. I guess that's good.

+ Today I pre-ordered two re-issued Spoon CDs. They come out next month.

+ I think I have an ending for my novel. It's not "happy." Well, kind of? But not really. Sorry.

+ I'm probably going to ovulate tomorrow. TMI?

+ We seriously have the best cats I've ever lived with. How do people stand living with cats that they don't have a ridiculously close bond with? I donut know.

+ Giants - A's series this weekend. This is when being a two-timing fencesitter hurts.

+ I will be having watermelon with my lunch tomorrow. And I need to see if this year's cherries were spoiled by the winter deluge. I can already tell the nectarines were.

Tags: baseball, book, conception, lists, spoon, work

I woke up around 5 in the morning. I had been dreaming of being on a plane, flying back home from Chicago. For some reason the plane was flying low, only fifty feet off the ground, and following the highways. One wing nicked the side of an overpass and we landed in the road with a bounce. The pilot considered taking off from the highway, but then we just ended up driving along and stopping at one of the flight attendant's houses.

Anyway, I woke up to some animal screaming outside. I don't know what it was. I got up to pee, and stared at what I saw in the bowl when I was finished. Better luck next month.

I went back to bed and now I have a headache.

Tags: conception