This is the first night this week that I have stayed up past 9:30 p.m. by the way.  Been going to be that early and yet still couldn’t drag myself out of bed in the morning. But then again, I have found myself waking up in the middle of the night: a) going to the bathroom…as a backlash of my attempt to drink more water b) grinding my teeth c) imaging that someone else was in the bedroom, possibly as a result of… d) dreaming way the fuck too much And no, working out and trying to get healthy (i.e....
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Tuesday marked the first work out attempts of 2008. I walked for 5 minutes then I stretched. Back on for 4 reps of 2-minute fast walk (3.2) and 3-minute jog (4.2). Cool down for another 3 minutes. Then I broke in my new pink boxing gloves on the bag and kicking the kicking shield (Brandon helped) for another 5 minutes before I completely ran out of breath. Then I spotted a lean but athletic built Asian girl in the place. I saw her running on the treadmill over the weekend. “Was that the uber boxing girl you guys talked about?”...
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Greg–you know him on here as Cool Cat VP–passed away last night of pancreatic cancer. We were alerted to his conditions a few weeks ago, about as soon as he heard the news himself. It swooped in fast and took him away even faster. Once again. I. Fucking. Hate. Cancer. And just last week, the office put together a memory book for him and his wife. I bought a leather-bound album and all of us fill it to the brim with pictures with Greg and without Greg, pictures of our pets and kids, and note cards of messages. I wrote...
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Our meeting with the producers for our Big Gala ran late yesterday and therefore I missed my bus. I bummed a ride with the Producers, husband and wife team who live a few miles from me, and the Video Guy. Of course, we chat all the way home about this and that and those. And it came down to where I came from and who all else is back home. “My dad and my brothers are still in Bangkok,” I said. And then we launched into another conversation. But when I said it, it was a strange thing to say. ...
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I just wrote an email to my brothers. It goes something like this: You don’t know what it is at first but suddenly your heart flutters and you feel like you couldn’t catch your breath. Then your heart sinks. It feels so heavy as if it’s pulling your shoulders the floor along with itself. Anxiety attack? Sounds like it. But it isn’t. But then tears well up in your eyes, and you realize it’s mom you’re missing. What you feel is a hole left by her absence. And then you cry. Sometimes the whole sinking heart thing goes away. Sometime...
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…of mom. Apparently, mom has been paying a visit to a few of us here and there. Last week, I woke up sobbing hysterically and freaked the hell out of Brandon. After a long crazy dream about me being a failure (..something about burning something on the stove top when all I had to do was reheating a frozen block of soup, someone came into the house with a pet meerkat, and everyone was looking at me as if I just came off the short bus for burning that fucking soup…), I somehow ended up in a mall with my...
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