Friday Afternoon Confessional: Night sleeping
I confess that I was planning on writing this confession in the morning, but I can’t fall asleep because of various practical worries — above all worries surrounding my so-far failed attempts to find a replacement roommate for my Chicago place, but also more petty things like changing banks, etc.
I confess that sometimes I get into a self-pitying mood where I feel like there is some kind of ontological principle preventing practical things from going smoothly for me, even though I recently just managed to secure an apartment in a distant city without use of a car and experienced essentially no problems whatsoever (other than a frustrating computer error on the online apartment application, stemming from me accidentally typing the date April 31 into one of the slots in the form — apparently the programmers didn’t figure anyone would type in non-existent dates). I confess that my hermit-like lifestyle is probably overly conducive to internal dramas.
I confess that I’m excited for the book event beginning next week at AUFS and weirdly satisfied that so many of the posts will be written and scheduled ahead of time, meaning we can essentially sit back and let the blog run itself.
I confess that I’ve been eating a more balanced diet for about a year now, making a concerted effort to get plenty of fruits and vegetables, and I’m not convinced that it’s actually improved my quality of life at all. I confess that my feeling of confidence in the positive effects of vitamin supplements is much greater, even though I know intellectually that such a position is stupid.
I confess that my habit of eating pasta for dinner seems to have been definitively broken and that I am increasingly eating out almost every night — not necessarily out of a desire to eat out, but out of a desire to avoid eating pasta. I confess that my decision to switch to whole grain pasta, again motivated by health concerns, seems to have brought me to the breaking point in my already strained relationship with pasta, with the net effect being that I’m arguably eating worse than before. I don’t think switching back to partial grain pasta would help at this point, though.
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