I'm surrounded by two types of bran cereal here at the breakfast-lunch-dinner table.
It's been -four days? since I started eating a bowl of the high-fibre stuff every morning, and will you look at what happened I actually have the energy to last the day without a coffee or cat nap(s).
Can't you just feel the bran scraping down your throat, only to scrape down your colon a few hours later? Ever since my mom used her scare-the-shit-outta-you tactics to talk about colon cancer to scare the non-bran shit out of me, I've picked up a spoon and started shoveling a bowl of the stuff every morning. She says it cleans your colon. Naturally, not like that 'Evercleanse' crap. Because yeah sure that stuff will get rid of the "10-20 pounds of waste that stick to the walls of your colon like spackle or paste" but then you've got the leftover chemicals from the cleansing drink to move in and sink their teeth into your colon. Yummy.
So other than being 10:10 a.m., it is also Resolution Time -yeah!
Resolution #1: Eat more Fibre in my diet. It's been less than a week but you know what the first thing I'm adding to the Saturday grocery list is.
Resolution #2: Sit up Straight. I have super bad posture like a wilting dandelion weed and I'm starting to feel it in me bones. The other day Ali and I had a contest on the subway to see who could stay sitting straight longer, I think she won. She's probably still doing it right now aren't you Ali.
Resolution #3: Take the Stairs. Okay this one I've been good for for years. My weekly Ryerson treks to school span a public transportation time of approximately 60 minutes; 50 if I can bolt to the 60 bus stop in 15 minutes. Living in the city above Toronto forces me to use my legs like a sucker.
And enough of the epiphanies for now, I'm starting to sound like a constipated hunched bubby.
I've got work at noon-lunch today, I'm thinking of sneaking in a nap before then. The bran's not kicking in this morning.
Robert's picking me up from work today and we're off to see Monsters Vs. Aliens in 3D with an Ali Pilli and Adamo. Is it wrong that I'm a wee more excited to see the Where The Wild Things Are trailer during the previews? $15 says it is. But shit man, I get paid today. Nice.
Worrythought(s) of the Day: My two essays for two different classes due two hours apart this Thursday. Both which I have not started writing. One's on a medieval pornotopic piece known as the Dream of the Fisherman's Wife from 18th century Japan (uh yay, go tentacle erotica?) for my World and Pictorial Art class,
(Ahaha, check out the littler of the octopi wrapping its baby tentacle around her left nipple. Nice.)and another's on Blanche's insanity in A Streetcar Named Desire. I was this close to masturbating to Marlon Brando last night. Ashamed, yes I am. Not on a completely unrelated note, did you know that some of the first dildos were found in Chinese fishermen villages? Curse you, libido.
