I don't believe this

[dragonlady7]

Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers are touring with Indigenous.


And they're not coming east of the Mississippi.


Look at my music page, which is all the random songs I've loved enough to post for people to listen to, to see why this is such a fucking tragedy.

RGH.
Additionally, leopard_lady is creepy and psychic for sending me that link just after I idly decided to listen to Americano!.
In other news...

In other news, I am utterly useless, having accomplished precisely nothing today. I fucking hate these one-day weekends. I need a day to veg out and decompress and stop feeling ill and the like, but by the time I've done that it's so late that I can't get much done, and then I have guilt that makes me feel useless so I can't get anything done. Circular, stupid, dumb, pointless. And in addition, like a twit I went through my finances again. Tell me again how it is that after 10 months of unemployment, my bank balance was $4k, and now after 3 months of working my bank balance, once that car payment goes through, will be $200?
And no, it's not going to get any better. I don't even know where to start looking for another job. Manager didn't give me any more hours. I will continue with this schedule I hate, but it won't be enough to pay the bills once the busy season dies down. So then I'll need to squeeze in another job, and as it is I'm already finding it hard to get any writing done, and $*(%$*(*Q#$)(#%$59@#@!# one can only whine so much.

Dave seems excited about my ambition to score a gym membership but I'm not actually positive I can afford it. $40 a month for both of us isn't bad, but then, he's going to need to eat a lot more if he gets exercise, and so am I. Can I afford to feed us, too?

I AM SO SICK OF WORRYING.


I love this song, incidentally.

Sing about the dawn in the middle of the night
Leave an open door behind you
Stumble through the dark so that we might see the light
Leave an open door behind you

And a funny thought of the day was Dave, talking about once we manage to join the gym. He said he'd match me pound for pound-- every pound I lost, he'd gain one. He estimated we'd meet at 165. I'd be damn sexy at 165. And Dave would be... well, I already think he's sexy, but he'd probably be more conventional-looking instead of skeletal at 165, which would be hawt. And it would be funny if we weighed the same.

Comments

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

The idea with exercising to lose weight is to NOT eat more after exercising. Drink water and think hungry thoughts.
(I know...it sucks...but exercising doesn't use up THAT many calories. mainly it tells your metabolism to start running faster, which allows you to more efficiently burn fat, which eventually --if you don't eat more-- means your body will start burnign the fat you already have.)

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Dave's not exercising to lose weight. He's trying to gain 20 pounds. This means Boy goes from eats-like-normal-person to eats-like-horse. One of the bonuses of Dave is that he can go on noodles for weeks. But not if he's exercising!! Back when he used to ride bikes a lot he would just use his face to vaccuum out his mother's refrigerator. I am anticipating this with some trepidation...