May 6th, 2002:

I drank a little too much this evening at bowling.

It’s funny how the people that I used to flirt with constantly that never returned the flirtation, now do so when I am not paying them any attention at all. I guess that’s the secret to winning over a girl — don’t pay them any attention. Heh. At least ONE girl has disproved that theory, and that makes her even more incredible.

Oh, and, to the girl that will probably never read this: while I don’t really have a problem with hearing it, telling me that you could see your toes due to the position you were in the last time you fucked your ex-boyfriend doesn’t really do anything for me. It’s not bad per se, to hear such a thing, but it isn’t really good either, just so you know.

Some how the alcohol made me bowl better, because I did very well on my last game.

Lisa, and Allison and Liz and some person yet to be determined are going to join the league with us next season. That’ll be fun.

Okay, I need to get some sleep. Lisa tried to talk me into coming over to her place to hang out with some people after bowling. I almost gave in, but finally decided not to. Not only because I have to be to work in the morning, but because I was hoping to catch this one online before she went to bed this evening. I was too late.

Good night.

After reading advicejuniper1>’s advice, I’ve decided to recount everything I have done, diet-wise, in the past few days, noting the differences between that and my normal behavior.

My body is very cold, yet I can feel my skin about to sweat, and I am shaking inside.

This happens often enough to make me uncomfortable about it. I sounds similar to the symptoms of low blood sugar, if I am not mistaken. I should go to a doctor, but, I think I have to go WHEN I am feeling like this, which doesn’t last long enough and I am not going to the emergency room.

I’m going to go get some water and some M&Ms or Skittles and see if it helps.

Here’s Joel’s (rockbugg) account of the past four days:

Me and Daniel worked on HIS SONG all weekend. shutterbugg almost left me for spending so much time locked in the Rev’s room.

Daniel was a p00n the entire time and bitched and whined and self depricated until I almost shit myself out of frustration, but the end result was something he can be proud of and I consider it a weekend well spent. ROCK ON, REV!

Yes, I can be very self-depreciating. It is one of my weaker points. While I consider it to be better than being a braggart, it is a problem. I’ve gotten better about it over the years. A lot of it stems from my perfectionism — my knowing that it could be done better, and probably has been done better, leads me to conclude that what I’ve done isn’t good enough.

It’s one of those tendencies I’m not sure I’ll ever curb.

I feel like a guy who just woke up after getting laid for the first time.

I’m not entirely certain what the implications of that are, or exactly how it is that feels, or why it is I feel that way.