So yesterday I emailed Omar, even though we are on a break, because when I don't talk to him for awhile and he is in a dark place, I get worried about him. Not about him in terms of me, but in terms of what he is doing to himself.

So I emailed him and he answered me and he's not doing too badly, and we're going to start talking again, slowly, though we have no plans to see each other yet. I want to see him, but I need to keep reminding myself that there is no rush, that we are only at the beginning, and that the journey is as important as the destination.

I'm starting to sound like one of those "motto a day" calendars. Stop me before I turn into Stuart Smalley!

I was about to get into the shower and I looked in the mirror and thought, hmmm. Normally when I do that it's because I think I look like I've lost more weight and I get on the scale and I have, but not this time.

This "hmmm" was because I thought that I've gained, and I got on the scale, that I sure have. I have gained ten pounds! Ten! Pounds! I am horrified, but not surprised. I was losing weight without trying, and the minute I realize that that is happening, I start to think that I can magically eat everything in sight and still lose, so lately I have been eating badly and too late at night and without waiting to be hungry and way too much ice cream.

Normally I don't even keep snack foods in the house but lately the crackers and squeezy cheese (God forgive me, I adore squeezy cheese!) and the cookies (I don't even particularly like cookies!) have been sneaking into the cupboards, not to mention the ice cream, and the fact that I have gained ten pounds should be no surprise to anyone, least of all myself.

Well, I am nipping this in the bud, let me tell you. I have way too much to lose without having to lose some of the same weight over again, so this ten pounds is banished from my body tout suite!

To my great joy, Nearly Famous 2 started last night. O rapture! I freakin' loved Nearly Famous, and this looks about as good.

Now that's my kind of reality show! It's like, I've never had the slightest wish to go to Vegas, there is absolutely nothing that draws me to the place, but the show is about performers, and performers are my people no matter how different a kind of performing they do. It is always interesting to me.

And that horrible old man comic with the low cut girl's blouse and the gambling problem and the lame-ass jokes! Who knew that there were really comics like that who actually work and make money seemingly without having the merest jot of talent?

This is gonna be a great season, I can tell.

It is just totally never ever going to stop raining. It's summer soon and it has yet to be spring.

Lenten entries missed:

Pineapple Girl was temporarily homeless, jobless and carless, remembered some good April Fools pranks, and put out a contract on John Hughes.

Today's horoscope:
Because you're known for plans and methods, some consider you rigid. Actually, Virgo is a Mutable Sign, putting your emphasis more on process. You're happy to switch goals when convinced why you should.

One year ago today:
"Buckaroo, I don't know what to say. Lectroids? Planet 10? Nuclear extortion? A girl named "John"?"

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