Well it’s been 7 weeks and, at the time of this blogging, 26 lbs and I’ve never felt more alive. I know I’m alive because my body is in constant agony! Everytime I even think about moving, even just a little, my whole body protests. Right now, sitting here typing, there are more muscles complaining about the activity than I’m sure are necessary to sustain the human body. Little muscles in my upper inner thigh have me walking like the undead. My newly awoken abdominals have me snapping shut like a switch blade every time I sneezeI And it’s any body’s guess if my arms will succeed in getting a cup coffee cup to my face. I’m thinking of investing in straws. I needs my coffee, which Gidon wishes I would drink black. I tell him it’s good to want things. It builds character . So does coffee. See how hard my workouts are?! Anyway, back to my body (that’s what you’re last boyfriend said), as much as it protests at even the slightest hint of activity. I think I’m becoming addicted to the workouts. I know, I’m scared too! I find myself looking forward to them. And the sense of satisfaction when I’ve finished is delicious! Yesterday I did my first push up! Not from my knees, shut your face, or just moving my head up and down, what did you say, I mean a real honest to God, big boy push up. On the toes, chest to the ground and back up again. There was moment when i didn’t think it was going to happen. Then, like a Christmas miracle, all these little muscles I didn’t know I had took over. There was no effort on my part. The muscles knew what needed to be done and got to it. I stared in disbelief at Gidon as I started to rise, almost float away from the floor. For a second he looked like he thought I was possessed but as soon as there was no pea soup, he seemed to relax. Seriously, how could there be? Pea soup isn’t on my meal plan. So the point is, I think I’m starting to cross over. To become one of them. A fit person. It’s like some strange sort of athletic Stockholm Syndrome. It’s starting to affect my mind. Sometimes, when it’s real quite, like after last call at O’Grady’s, I swear I can hear the CN tower steps calling my name.

…Richard….climb us Richard….

I’m scared!

The next installment of my webcast, “No You Can’t Stay For Coffee” and as usual it comes with its TMI rating, and NSFW.

I’ve been sick ever since my trip to Newfoundland. At first it wasn’t much but a mild cold. But then I got my H1N1 shot. Having asthma and being positive does have its queue jumping privileges. It’s about the only thing I have in common with a few sports teams, and Goldman Sachs employees.

However, I do NOT recommend getting the shot with a mild cold, as I have had fevers and felt like shit ever since. That was last Tuesday.

[Since reading the update I have to be clear I do not regret getting the shot, just that I did will having something else going on. And in fact I wanted the shot so much I was willing to take the risk. However, once taken, and feeling the effects of having done that, I'd recommend that one waits until the cold is over before getting the shot]

In the meantime I went back to this old footage to edit up the first top ten reason I need to get laid. I can safely say, I’ve probably come up with another then since the making of this clip.

These first few webcasts are me playing around getting a feel for the medium, and the editing process. And since I’m declaring I need to get laid, why not have my shirt off? It’s a bit desperate, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

The final five will give the number one way to get my legs in the air.

A pot to a pot and a half of coffee a day just cannot be a good thing, even when it’s half regular and half decaf. In an effort to reduce my caffeine intake I started mixing the two.

However, ongoing and easily triggered anxiety attacks made me look at all avenues of reducing the feeling of waiting to go on stage to give a talk.

Then I clued into the fact that once a couple weeks ago I forgot to take the tiny dose of an antidpressant with sedative qualities I actually woke up at a decent time.

It was time to make some changes to stop being a d-list Judy Garland and I stopped all coffee (but some tea) and reduced the night time drug by half. My sleep was fucked, but I was up by 8 am. That was nice.

Last night prior to heading to bed to toss and turn for quite some time I watched my nightly dose of The Daily Show and they were doing a send up of one of the Republican senators grilling Sotomayor for the Supreme Court.

Apparently he ended up on this site, “Men who look like old lesbians” I laughed when I saw Al Frankin on there.

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