interruption (the ramble in progress pauses as daily life intervenes and turns itself into an entry... with a little help from rambling), Rasputin reminds me we need to set our fantasy sports teams for the week so I'll be back when I get back... meanwhile, he waited until he came over to sit with me to start eating chocolate (M&M Peanuts) and then pizza right under my nose... how rude... I have not had chocolate in at least (counting on fingers) 10 16 days... that may be a new record...

actually, I do recall some madness in my past when I stayed away from chocolate for a month or more... it's symbolic for me... a demonstration of will power... and for several years, as a Vegan, I stayed away from all sorts of foods my taste buds adore, lust for, and of course, drool over... Baker's chocolate, one of my taste bud's least favorite chocolates, was the only chocolate I would eat because every other chocolate has at least some animal products in it... lecithin, for instance... and gelatin...

and don't even get me started on how much I love cheese (and I don't mean this guy, though I'd wash his dirty laundry if he'd get Meg and Dia to be my neighbors when they�re not on tour... or maybe a job with the band... I know it might be cuter or funnier if I said get me a date, but I'm trying to be realistic here {doe eyes}... yes, he's one of their managers)...

anyway, I haven't had pizza since last Friday or Saturday, the last time Rasputin ordered some and I gave in (he usually orders pizza two or three times a week, not to mention eating out or bringing in take out about twenty-nine days each month)... is there any wonder why I find keeping on a healthy diet challenging here?...

I laugh, but the part of me that remembers eating eight or nine slices of pizza (Donato's Chia-pet pizza... I call it that because I never remember what it's called or how to spell it, but it starts with Chia) was not at all happy... yes, when I pig out, I pig out... the scale at the gym said 213 when I got on it this morning (whichever morning this actually was in RealTime�)... I hit it with my water bottle, but it seems to be stuck there... since I was between 220 and 230 for much of the past year, I suppose that's ok... I'm just getting impatient for the next random wave of fasting, hard core diet management, and butt kicking I'm going to do to get this body down to under 200...

so anyway, I took care of fantasy college football, but still have pro football to do... and maybe I'll look at baseball before the season is over... and they are going to a Mexican restaurant now... I'll stay home and figure something out here... and maybe get back to rambling like I was doing some seven hours ago before the chocolate and pizza and Rasputin came over...

no, not now...

in RealTime�, after the fantasy sports, Raspy went to work and Precious called and needed a ride home from the ACT test that she was taking this morning... then came searching for tickets for 30 Seconds to Mars... and I find out I'm too late for the $2 promo tickets and will have to try to get $20 venue tickets next week when they go on sale... dang... once again Precious does not research the cost when she asks for a concert and so more than has to be spent will be spent if we're going... I don't know how to give the girl a sense of responsibility about money when she doesn't seem to care because Raspy keeps tossing money at her whenever she asks... she's going to have a rude awakening (and Raspy will be getting a lot of emergency phone calls) come next year when she goes away to college...

she is a lot like me in that she grew up so independent and devoid of any real nurturing that little outside of her influences her unless she wants it to... unfortunately, also a little like me at her age, she seems torn between wanting wants love and friends to influence her and being detached and aloof even as she's the center of the crowd... I think she's got a lot less self esteem than she shows most people though and that could get her into trouble when combined with her lack of life skills (afraid to drive, little financial sense, a lethargic laziness, and resistant to trying to learn or change)... yup, almost as stubborn as I am... but I don't think she'll be as alone as I am this far down the line cuz of the insecurity and because she's female...

I just wish she'd make the most of herself and not waste as much as she does...

anyway, after all that, it was the TV and college football that distracted me and it's now thirteen hours since I was first reminded by Rasputin about fantasy sports (and obviously this was written on a Saturday night... in fact, if you must know and ruin the illusion of timelessness, most of this rambling was written on a Saturday... I just won't clarify which one)... I never did set my baseball leagues... lost interest... Raspy tells me I am going into the championship game in one league... kind of amazing considering I looked at the team maybe three times since June... I love the drafts, but I've decided I just don't want to give the game the time it requires because I love other things more (like writing and exploring the web and hoping the one finds me here, there, and anywhere and all the distractions I enjoy)... as Donovan sang, slow down world... to like a 42 hour daily rotation...

you expected maybe a rant about politics or man's inhumanity to man or some deep philosophical religion pondering what with the date at the top and all?...

maybe you missed the sarcasm in the title...

so what about that college football?...

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