Poor [Wife] on learning that my weight is roughly the same: bastard, she says. But you're less trim, she adds, which is true although I wouldn't exactly refer to what came before as trimness, unless I was about to go into battle on a field of crackers and cheese.
All I want to write about is how busy I am, which is all well and good except it's boring and my own fault. Tasks do tend to accrue around me and I'm not used to having many voices in my ear, just a few, nor am I as good at switching between tasks as I'd like. My guilt is greater than the anxiety of the clients, though, which is as it should be; they are paying me to be anxious and upset about things taking longer than they should.
That said I should just acknowledge that I like my work; a little bit of misery was always attending me in the last thing, because no one would ever pay for anything or help me, and I was reduced to fussing over actual nickels and dimes. That misery does not attend me now, but sometimes I act as if it does. I don't want to recreate the fucked-up circumstances of my life prior.
As should be clear by now I have nothing to say; I should focus my thoughts and be off. I am now going to go investigate a new barbershop on Cortelyou.
| Food | Qty | Calories |
|---|---|---|
| Cereal, Hippie flakes, yellow, 3/4 c. | 1.3 | 160 |
| Cereal, Kashi, 1 c. | 120 | |
| Milk, no fat, 1 c. | 0.7 | 60 |
| Total | 340 |
Weight: 293 lbs