Breathing — good. Eating — bad.

Two things — today is day two in my SuperDiet.

Sunday afternoon I put on a swimsuit and almost choked. It’s gotten bad, ya’ll.

So I’m off the Tori Amos “Girls who eat pizza never gain weight” diet and on the “Advocare, slimfast, healthy choice frozen food and 888 gallons of water a day” diet.

I *know* diets are bad wah wah wah, but this is an emergency.

I play tonight.

Yep, my first gig since March of 2000. Ruta Maya. 4 songs. I’m nervous. So nervous…

I know it’s only 4 songs, but the band hasn’t been together that long and I *swear* we change the song every time we rehearse, which is good when you factor in how much the songs have grown, but bad when you factor in short-term memory.

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I raced out of here at 11 today, took an early lunch because I knew there was a gorgeous warm body sleeping in my bed. I didn’t sleep at all, but stayed there in his arms the whole hour feeling completely peaceful.

I love that man….

4 thoughts on “Breathing — good. Eating — bad.

  1. archiedavis

    dont be nervous, i am sure you will knock them dead… sure, i have never heard you play, but i still stand by the rightesousness of my initial convictions.

    and just laying there next to a loved one is some of the best times to be had. no talking, no noise, just peace, warmth and quiet.

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  2. ainjel

    Testify the Rock, Iz, testify the Rock. You’ll be fine. Just remember how Sunflower started out. Free da hemp free da hehhhmp!

    And sorry I haven’t called you back, I’m all over the place right now. I don’t want to touch the phone after all of the phone drama I’ve had at work.

    And just don’t be a big ass on your superdiet and make yourself sick, or I’ll have to hurt you.

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