don't get caught out with the temperature going down

chipper jones has had an extra base hit in thirteen straight games. that's one shy of the major league record set the same year the great bambino hit sixty. whenever that was.

i'm downloading the score to kubrick's 'the shining'. oh boy. i'm excited.

i think i'm getting fat. and yeah, i know all you girls who know me want to strangle me for that statement but i know my body and i know when things change. i was in a kohls dressing room this afternoon trying on jeans and i bent over and had rolls. which may or may not be normal for someone who bends over but it seemed like a bit more than usual for me. its not like i eat food. i don't get hungry. i worked outside in 102 degree heat for most of three or four hours this morning. not hard work, i don't want to overstate myself. but today i ate one granola bar, three glasses of milk, two sunkists, half a diet ocean spray... and then dinner. where the fuck do the rolls come from? maybe i start doing 200 crunches instead of 100 a night.

oh man. oh god. i'm losing touch again. every time i close my eyes and half the time they're open i lose grip with gravity. a touch of vertigo. i tumble forward. slowly falling forward. can't stop it. fuck, this is making me sick. fuck. fuck.

i get too distracted when i do this. i give up.