Nick Postagulous
Friday, March 11, 2005
No More Diet Drinks
I'm not going to be drinking diet drinks anymore. I've read they can make you depressed, fatigued, and other nondesirable stuff I occasionally have. But, it's hard to tell if the info is real, as it gets a little conspiracy theory-ish. Not only will diet drinks make me depressed and fatigued, but they'll also give me Gulf War Syndrome, put holes in the brains of my baby mice, and it's all Donald Rumsfeld's fault. Or Reagan, some sites blame Reagan.
Greased Up Muscle Men At My Work
I recently ran out of protein powder for breakfast and have switched to the only logical substitute, Loaded Breakfast Burritos from Hardee's (or Carl Jr if you're in the alternate dimension to this one) and McGriddles. But, I did need to order more before I become obese and have to buy new pants. Since I'm going on vacation next week, I didn't want to have it shipped to my house, so I'll have it shipped to my work.
After placing the order, which has already shipped, I remembered that DPS Nutrition keeps sending me catalogs with greased up muscle men on the front. Crap. That's exactly what I need showing up at work. I should have gotten it shipped here in TC's name.
Spirit Guide, If You Go For That Stuff
When I was changing the oil on Alison's car, and giving it 0w-40 Mobil 1, which is much much too good for that car, something neat happened. A hawk flew overhead.
And this hawk didn't just fly over. It was going in a straight line, then, when it was directly over me, only about 35 feet up, it circled me three times, looking down at me. I was looking up at it. Thank heavens I'm not some New Ager. Who knows what I'd think it would mean? But, it was very cool and he was a very pretty bird.
I'm wondering if he could smell the oil or something. Synthetic oil smells very oddly. But, yeah, I guess I'm a shaman now or something.
