Insomnia strikes Subvervia del Mundo yet again. Actually, it is more like I am overwhelmed with different thoughts and ideas and inspirations and possibilities and fears and doubts and realizations and motivations and the need to verbally vomit something, so here I am. Da Mama and I are getting along again, thanks to my renewed acquaintance with Landmark and who knew I had it in me to clean up my house?!? I shocked Da Mama when she called tonight and when asked what i was doing, truthfully answered her, "Folding laundry." There was a microsecond of silence and astonishment, but she was overjoyed. Of course.

In other news, I am now actively pursuing Other Exercise Alternatives to my twice-weekly jaunts to Brentwood. I have only 8 sessions left with Personal Trainer Man and I cannot afford another round with him. At least not while I am oh, so unemployed. Turns out that there are at least 2 gyms within 5 minutes of my house. Surprise!! One is the good old YMCA, and the other is the Mid Valley Athletic Club. I will investigate both and let you dear readers know of my decision. Now if only I could stop eating. I seem to be truly living up to the whole suburb thing in the area of appetite. I keep consuming mass quantities and contributing to my own personal, shall we say, urban sprawl. I must contain the expansion!!

posted by Subvervia 1:52:00 AM

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Can't believe it's the Hump o' the Week already! I guess time flies when you're having fun. Or taking a nap, as I did today. However, I did have a terribly lovely weekend down in San Diego with Puni Payne. He's the host wi' da most. Although, I really think that they need to put warning tags on futons such as the one that currently functions as sofa/guest bed in his living room. Whoever engineered that marvel did not have my comfort in mind, as I sorely found out Saturday night when, like a Groundhog I am acquainted with, I fell OFF the futon and went boom! No shaka-laka's, though. Just a couple of blinks and winks and a prayer that The Roommate Who Was Asleep didn't hear my unfortunate collapse.

Other than that, I came, I ate, I watched satellite TV. All at someone ELSE's house for a change!! Oh, and I managed to pull my pecs. Somehow, somewhere, I have managed to inflame my chest muscles (my chiropractor says that I'm unique...I knew that!!) I looked it up online (costocondritis) and they say it goes away after a few weeks. Motrin is the name of my new best friend.

posted by Subvervia 12:56:00 AM

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I guess the marine layer has been hanging out over Da Valley 'coz it is mighty cloudy. Came back Over The Hill around 12:30 last night and was majorly foggy going down the 405. La di da di da...am going to head really south of the Southland to visit with Mr. Puni Payne (see how the other half live). So does that mean that I'm dead? I guess I will find out.

But before that, I must say that I'm back in the Landmark Saddle again. Starting a new era in my life (!!) and I'm hoping that I will make it through. Wish me luck, folks....

posted by Subvervia 3:26:00 PM

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All right, all right. I'm back. It has been pointed out to me that I have not blogged in over a week (thank you, Puni & Monotone Twin) so here ya go. Oh, for those that have been following - the results of the CT scan were negative. PHEW! Big ole sigh of relief. Even better, I have been told by my doctor that I do not need to do the radiation treatment, either. Gosh darn it, and I was looking forward to the hospital food...NOT!

I've been in a self-pitying valley of my own making these past couple of weeks, and I'm finally starting to climb the long upward road out o' that pit. Nice thing about it is that the sun is shining once again in my head where once there was smog (I purposely did not say "fog" because I really, really like fog - especially the stuff in San Francisco, ah I miss it!) all dirty and yellow and hazy. Perhaps not the bluest of skies yet in the upper strata of my brain, but the clouds are becoming more cottony, a la toilet tissue commercials. A lot of it had to do with Da Maternal Figure visiting last month, but mostly it has been a melange of feeling sorry for myself, issues of inconsequentiality (is that a word?!?) with lashings of self-doubt. However, enough is enough, so the phoenix, once again, must be reborn from the ashes. And it's a neverending cycle, unfortunately!

posted by Subvervia 2:32:00 PM

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4:14 AM. Cannot sleep. Have been noticing a pattern of every other night a "good night's sleep". So does that make me a half-insomniac?!? The dreams have been pretty vivid, though, with lots of color and details to remember. Whenever I have dreams like these, they are always like video games - I cannot continue to the next part of the dream until I acknowledge remembering something...for example, "the number on the door is 64 and it is to the RIGHT of the door and the numbers are brass." The past couple of nights I've had to remember what floors people got on and off on, how many stops the bus made, and where I left the suitcase before I went to the beach. Oh, and I keep thinking (in conscious, wide-awake mode) of pink jellybeans. BTW -- I reached a personal low today. I actually watched Oprah. I used to shudder when I turned on Emeril (last summer and The Food Network are synonymous for me now). But I draw the line at Martha Stewart. And did anyone hear about the speed of light POSSIBLY not being constant?!? What's a quantum physics buff like me to do?!?

posted by Subvervia 4:22:00 AM

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Almost Wednesday...less than 12 hours to go before the CAT scan. For those who have been keeping track, I SHOULD'VE had it on Monday. However, I did not realize that my Honda Civic hatchback was actually a toaster with no brakes on some pretty rickety wheels until yesterday. Long story short - replaced all 4 tires (amazing when one discovers what it's like to have traction...!) and then the front brakes and something called a wire harness which apparently fizzled, sizzled and fried (hmmm...very Primus-esque) has to be imported from Ohio (!!) before I can get my car back. Hence, the delay to scan. Which is frustrating since I want it over and done with. The scan and the car repairs, that is. But, in culinary news, I made chicken adobo. Like, it turned out the way it should instead of being funky and stuff. Woo hoo!!

posted by Subvervia 12:01:00 AM

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Happy August, y'all. I've been in a rather deep funk the past couple of days, but finally snapped out of it late last night. It is always the most maudlin before the dawn (quite literally) and being hormonally challenged by the monthly flux did not improve the situation. Most of this has surrounded a little bump I found on my throat about a week ago. Eerie - but it is just about a year and two weeks from the Big Hospital Drama of 2001, so I am understandably paranoid. I thought it was a spider bite, but it has stuck around - although it is getting smaller. Go figure. My doctor has ordered a CAT scan of my throat this Monday, so if anyone (of the two - but you know about this already anyway) reads this, please think of me. In my extremely unemployed state, I also need to broadcast that I did not get The Job I So Keenly Wanted. Instead, it went to two other people. The feeling of rejection reigns mightily o'er the land this week. However, today is a new day. As Krazicatlady says, "it's a good time for salted eggs and tomatoes". Ohhhh....and one more thing. This past week has definitely been a wake up call. I've quit smoking. For good.

posted by Subvervia 11:53:00 AM

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