I have a terrible confession to make

My little town is allegedly getting one of these soon. I would use it, I think. I feel a little weird still in the coffee shop, even though I've never been here when there haven't been enough tables, and the staff is really nice to me. I also can't work at home. It is just too easy for me to find other things to do. I need the psychic break of "going to work."

Wrote more than 1,000 words in two hours today, by the way, to make up for missing yesterday with other work. 43,176.

 

Coffee shop? Me?

I have a home office with 200 inches of screens and multiple computers. If I could find a comfortable chair with a built-in shitter, I would never leave!

 

You still use these?

 

I have a very large hard disk... heh heh heh

2TB, get your minds out of the gutter.

 

In high school, I wrote a screenplay and saved it on one of those. I think the basic idea is decent, but as you can imagine would need a lot of fine tuning. Of course I don't own a computer capable with that kind of disk drive anymore.

 

Okay, this will come off meaner than I want, but I'm at the coffee shop, and the table next to me... Two diabetics are meeting with an Australian man who is some kind of naturopath. (He didn't order anything, which always pisses me off. You can't just sit here.) He's talking about glucose and "pancreatic fatigue" and he's spouting all sorts of made-up sounding bullshit, about how pharmaceutical companies want you on drugs, so they've rigged the eating system to keep people diabetic... And I'm sitting here... The two diabetics, a man and a woman, are both huge. Like, 300+. I am mindful of @Songbird and his progress from diabetic to non-diabetic or at least less diabetic through weight loss and exercise. These two don't have tired pancreases. They're too heavy. They must eat like absolute shit to be the size that they are. They should eat less shit. But instead they're paying some guy to fill them with hokum and blame for a system when they need to eat better and exercise more.

Thank Christ for headphones and Sufjan Stevens.

 

I got sick of it after like five years. I couldn’t imagine going back to it. It really was not good for me mentally or socially. When my ex would get home from work, I’d always want to go out to dinner or whatever just to get out of the house.

 

The woman just said "adjusted enzymes" in the break between Mystery of Love and Visions of Gideon.

 

#bloodsugar scores the last 5 days ...

May 18
102: after breakfast
110: after lunch
102: after dinner

May 19
122: after breakfast
105: after a non-existent lunch
98: after dinner

May 20
122: after breakfast
106: after lunch
108: after dinner

May 21
108: after breakfast
116: after lunch
103: after dinner

May 22
113: after breakfast
108: after lunch
108: after dinner

May 23
114: after breakfast

You've gotta wanna do it.

 

I might be interested in Brian's handmade mugs.

 

We have had our falling out, but I think you are doing amazingly well, and you should be very proud of your accomplishments here. You're stronger than most, sincerely. You've made yourself the best kind of titanic.