July 19, 2006 - Wednesday
| | 9:37 PM - the five-step Jan improvement plan 1. Learn to cook.
With the aid of a personal assistant, I shall learn to cook food that is not
a) cereal
b) Kraft macaroni
c) scrambled eggs
I am going to learn how to make food like soup! And...well...I don't know what else yet. But good stuff that's good for me that makes me want to go grocery shopping that might make me detest the kitchen a little less. This has long since been a goal in the back of my mind, but dammit--starting RUL soon, I'm going to take action and learn how to fend for myself in the scary place that is la cucina.
2. Use my typewriter with frequency.
I find that I'm ever-so-happy when I sit outside (or in!) with my electric typewriter, punching away at the keys with a cup of tea or hot chocolate nearby. Makes letter-writing and sorry attempts at short stories so much more literary and authentic, don't you think? I wouldn't be outside on a day like today drinking hot tea, but maybe a cool Coca-Cola Classic (from which I'll give SB the Coke points, of course) or a beer will be my accessory until the temperatures drop. Just think! On a cold winter morn, I can be wrapped up in a grandpa-style cardigan with a steaming cup of tea, typing away, and Liz can walk out of her house for an early morning stretch. "Oh!" She'll say to herself. "I hear ol' Janny typing away at the ol' typewriter! Wonder what gems she's coming up with today!" And a few weeks later you'll hear my stories on _This American Life_, and Liz & I will talk about how she heard me typing on an Addieville morn. (No, I'm not getting carried away. It's just that I can already feel myself getting famous.)
3. Floss.
Once Joe & I had a pretty exciting discussion about flossing. I think I've made mention of it before, in fact--that's how thrilling it was for me. If my memory serves me well (as it oft does), I was kidding around about how gross it was to think of all the food and germs jammed up into your gums, and I said something like, "Think of all the debris lodged between your teeth." At that point, my stomach turned and I transformed into A Flosser. Unfortunately, I lost this skill. It could have been after I fell in love with my dentist for about 2 minutes and then quickly & devastatingly fell out of love--perhaps the cessation of flossing was a way to act out? Ha. (Carter, are you reading this? Are you mad again? Ha!)
In any case, I need to restart.
4. Go out less, and go to bed earlier.
Just kidding! Ho ho ho.
5. Do more with my days while making sure not to overdo it.
Call those places I was going to volunteer for. Make more plans with friends that don't involve spending money. Do part-time jobs as my obnoxious head pain allows and make money to pay the ol' bills. Usually I operate on an all-or-nothing basis--either having a jam-packed schedule or a starkly bare one. I need to find a happy medium for health and happiness purposes.
That's all for now, folks.
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