I had heat exhaustion.
That is all.
Also happy birthday to Steve!
Showing posts with label grrrr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grrrr. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
heat exhaustion
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grrrr,
health,
ice cream,
ouch,
unnecessary
Friday, July 22, 2011
no more candy...
Recently, a doctor told me I had slightly elevated triglycerides and needed to eat healthier food. So, I have cut candy completely out of my diet. Which is bad in a different way, because I usually eat a lot of candy. No one ever realizes, because I am pretty skinny and everything, but my purse typically contains enough candy for a witch to build a small apartment complex.
So the difference in my energy levels after cutting out all that candy is pretty drastic.
I keep hearing that fresh vegetables and healthy meals give people energy. So, that means I have to cook. Unfortunately, I am pretty bad at cooking, and the process tends to exhaust me. Which means that making a healthy meal has the completely opposite effect on my energy level. In fact, it induces a vicious cycle:
Somehow, I always get this suggestion from people who hear that I am tired a lot:
How do I feel about this? Let me say it with a graph.
Oh well. Hopefully it will get better.
So the difference in my energy levels after cutting out all that candy is pretty drastic.
I keep hearing that fresh vegetables and healthy meals give people energy. So, that means I have to cook. Unfortunately, I am pretty bad at cooking, and the process tends to exhaust me. Which means that making a healthy meal has the completely opposite effect on my energy level. In fact, it induces a vicious cycle:
Somehow, I always get this suggestion from people who hear that I am tired a lot:
How do I feel about this? Let me say it with a graph.
Oh well. Hopefully it will get better.
Labels:
20-something,
candy,
grrrr,
health,
nooo,
say it with graphs
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
mysterious cockroach incident
Yesterday, I walked into the bathroom to discover my cat examining the toilet closely and staring at a dead, partially dismembered cockroach floating in the bowl. It was horrifying.
It was like walking in on a crime scene. It was gross. My cat looked alarmed. I froze where I stood and wondered what possibly could have happened. At first, I could only come up with two scenarios:
Then, I came up with an entirely different, possibly more likely scenario.
To understand why I came to this conclusion, you first have to know that my cat does not use a litter box. Rather, he uses the toilet. It does not only happen in Ben Stiller comedies-- my cat uses the toilet to dispose of his waste. And apparently his cockroaches.
Here is what I think happened.
Upon discovering the roach, I was simultaneously grossed out and impressed. I wasn't sure if the cat should be punished for trying to eat a roach or rewarded for correctly disposing of it. I guess I should just glad he didn't do what I thought he'd do upon finding a gross bug:
It was like walking in on a crime scene. It was gross. My cat looked alarmed. I froze where I stood and wondered what possibly could have happened. At first, I could only come up with two scenarios:
Then, I came up with an entirely different, possibly more likely scenario.
To understand why I came to this conclusion, you first have to know that my cat does not use a litter box. Rather, he uses the toilet. It does not only happen in Ben Stiller comedies-- my cat uses the toilet to dispose of his waste. And apparently his cockroaches.
Here is what I think happened.
Upon discovering the roach, I was simultaneously grossed out and impressed. I wasn't sure if the cat should be punished for trying to eat a roach or rewarded for correctly disposing of it. I guess I should just glad he didn't do what I thought he'd do upon finding a gross bug:
Monday, July 18, 2011
nap problems
I become tired sometimes and decide to take a nap.
Sometimes, the result is this:
Other times, the result is this:
Scientifically, the best amount of time for a nap is 15-20 minutes, 1.5 hrs, or a full night. Anecdotally, this is what happens when I nap:
People are always coming up with those rhymes to remember what not to do (i.e. beer before liquor). I always thought they were pretty mediocre. Here's an equally mediocre one for sleeping:
Sometimes, the result is this:
Other times, the result is this:
Scientifically, the best amount of time for a nap is 15-20 minutes, 1.5 hrs, or a full night. Anecdotally, this is what happens when I nap:
People are always coming up with those rhymes to remember what not to do (i.e. beer before liquor). I always thought they were pretty mediocre. Here's an equally mediocre one for sleeping:
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accents,
charts,
grrrr,
naps,
optimization
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