the world is my oyster, therefore i will shuck and eat it

My first meal was beautifully atrocious. It consisted of the following Nachos BellGrande from Taco Bell, a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger from Wendy's, and 2 chicken strips from the Safeway deli. Although I couldn't find any nutritional info for the chicken strips it appears as though the other 2 menu items careened into a calorie count just breeching the 1000 marker. Yes, that's half of your reccomended daily allowance right there. And if I'm honest, I could only really stomach about two bites of chicken strips before I felt like my stomach was disdending.

Me (post-meal).

I could actually feel my body rejecting the food within minutes and it was mere moments later before I had to find a bathroom.

Faint of heart skip to the next paragraph. My pee has also already changed from a slightly tinged yellow back to it's ever-lovely dark yellow threatening orange.

That said, the world has suddenly new life breathed into each step. I smell things I don't remember ever having smelled. Tastes light up my mouth like a fireworks display of flavor. I feel renewed vigor and a skip in my step I haven't felt for awhile.

Other meals of note: lunch yesterday was crappy chain Thai food (I mean all of it Phud Thai, Red Curry and Fried Rice (plus Egg Roll)) followed (a few hours later) by Chocolate Oreo ice cream in a waffle cone from Baskin-Robbins. After a rousing evening a pub trivia the lady and I also treated our selves to a burger and fries from Dick's.

I have 5 beautiful weeks of freedom before I'm back for a second round on a new diet. God save me. It will be the end of the study though so that's good. I'll tell you what the beer I'm having right now has never tasted better.

8 Months of Silence

Wow.

You know, I occassionaly think about how I never update but I didn't realize I hadn't written anything since January. Where has the time gone?

Pretty much only two places.



1. Work

I feel like I've been working a lot. And earning less. Which, for the record, is a real bitch. I, regrettably, work on commission and I could smell this damn recession coming a mile away. Before our commander in chief in chief even uttered the phrase "economic slow-down," I knew things were going to get worse before they got better. I think it's usually a safe bet to disagree with our current president.

But I came to an epiphany not too long ago. That I can't work these shitty sales jobs any longer. So I got my ass in gear and put together a graphic design portfolio, video demo reel, and photography portfolio. The photography portfolio is more of an addendum, just to show I have some other talents and I put it all onto a DVD which looks pretty spiffy if I do say so myself.

I printed some resumes and cover letters and sent them to various places. I've had one interview so far. Cross your fingers.



2. Theatre

I was in one of the most amazing, rewarding shows I've ever done and one of the most taxing, trying, frustrating shows I've ever done. The former was an improvised musical slightly based on RENT, the latter was the unbiquitous Hamlet. I'm trying not to think of it too much, because I only have another week of shows. Perhaps I'll divulge more following.



The last four weeks have also been occupied by getting paid to eat. Yes, you read correctly, getting paid to eat. It was part of cancer research study and I'm so glad to be done with it. In 5 weeks I will resume the study on a different diet. More on the next entry.