Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The spot on my nose

Total cholesterol is 6.3... this should not exceed 5.0... LDL cholesterol is 4.2... this should not exceed 3.0... HDL cholesterol, which is the good cholesterol, is at 0.9... ideally this should be between 1 and 2...

I get it. Stop with the cheese and the Twixes and the roast beef breakfasts. Make nice with the walnuts and the sardines and the myriad salad leaves that hide from you in the chilled food section.

What a bunch of old bollocks, this spreading of I Can't Believe This Tastes So Bland on my toast and the accession to exercise that I'd rather not do. My body, my doctor, my fasting bloods don't take into account a need for taxi driver stories to kickstart this ailing weblog.

Like the other day and the man that told me he had decided at 18 to never worry a day in his life.

"That was 31 years ago and I just figured, if I spend today worrying and I don't wake up tomorrow, I'll have spent my last day on earth tying myself up in knots for no reason."

I liked that. I told him I liked that and I'd never heard that before, and he said it was his own and that I could use it away. A nice man. A clean car. Fiver for the fare and some gratis life coaching. I can't give that up. I won't give that up.

Time for some porridge.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

A nonsense of a film

It's done. I've moved. It's over and there was nothing a deluge, an early call to exit the old place, two unplanned shifts in The Journal and the bastard Dublin traffic could do to stop me.

It feels good now that there's a decent shape on the place and my stuff is mixing with hers. Looking around the sitting room it remains a case of my stereo and her everything else, but she'll tell me what's mine is hers anyway.

The house avoided the flood like it knew somebody was moving in the next day - every other residence on the road is still dealing with the fallout but she guarded her place well, wringing out towels and handing out cups of tea to the neighbours. No damage done save for the affliction of boy where all sorts of nice things used to be. Ha.

Other things this week?

-Frequented Darwin's restaurant on Aungier Street by way of celebration. I don't recall a better meal.
-Watched 'Hanna' - a nonsense of a film.
-Drank fine wines on Sunday night, amid stories.
-Cursed my way through a rugby shift while others were being social and warm.
-Watched 'Big' in bed until the hour got ridiculous.
-Found it odd that certain people, in town on Saturday night, were not dressed as warlocks or Bosco.