So here's the diet backstory.

I had lost eleven pounds, but then I started gaining them back again and the last time I weighed myself (about a week and a half ago) I had gained back seven of those eleven pounds. Well, yesterday I decided to start over today (because diets can only begin on Mondays), so I stepped on the scale this morning...

And found that I had lost nine and a half pounds! Which makes thirteen and a half altogether!! I have no idea how this happened, because I certainly wasn't trying, but I am now below a decade that I haven't been below for quite a while. I don't think I've seen that number on the scale since about 1995.

Whoohoo!!! I'm doing it, baby. I'm gonna be thin. 'Ventually.

Yesterday I painted my new apartment.

I went to the East Village K-Mart in fear and trepidation hoping that my damn paint would be there, and by golly it was, so I lugged it out to Jersey. And lug is certainly the word--paint is heavy! I was doing math problems in my head:

"A pint's a pound the world around, two pints in a quart, four quarts in a gallon...Holy cats! I'm carrying eighteen pounds of paint!"

Plus of course, my nine million pound shoulder bag that for some reason I felt that I couldn't leave it behind. I practically broke in half.

Painting is hard work, too.

Especially painting on stucco, because you'll think that you completely painted every single inch, and then look at it from another angle and find all these white dots. Katie helped me, though, and was much more helpful than you would think a nine-year old could be in such a situation, and if I hadn't have run out of paint I would have finished the whole thing. So my living room is a greeny blue and my bedroom is a bluey-er blue, and the trim will be a lighter blue, but since I have to come back anyway with another gallon (eight pounds) for the living room I figured I'd do the trim and the doors then.

Tuesday. I can't face the thought of doing any more painting today.

Alright, ducks.

I have secretly had a mailing list for quite awhile--it's not a notify, it's me sending my updates as a weekly newsletter. I started it for a couple of friends with e-mail but no web access, then I recently forced a selection of friends whom I know don't read me every day to join. Is that not the most egotistical thing you've ever heard? Anyway, I never wanted it to be an option for everyone, because I'm too attached to my hits, but I have decided what the hell, I might as well throw membership open to all of my readers.

I'd honestly far prefer you to read it on a daily basis, but if you can't and you don't want to miss a word of my deathless prose, you can get them in your e-mail every Sunday, so just let me know!

One year ago today:
"A pint of cum."

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