Then I tried to remember my other thoughts by chanting the name of my office co-worker and "Diet Coke."
Hoo-boy. It's pretty exciting in my head now and then. So I was trying to get to sleep before midnight because on the Game On diet we get 10 points for ditching an old habit - and my old habit is (was) to stay up way late, like til 1:30 am, messing around (chatting with Amy) on my computer... So now I go to bed before midnight. Goodnight, dogs... Goodnight, moon...
Let's see. What else was I thinking about? Oh. I like the goddess yoga pose. It's helpful for falling asleep.

Lions at the beach was about how James and I were hiking along the beach trail and I said, "Dude! How much would it suck to be hiking here and then all of a sudden have a lion that escaped from the zoo just bust out of the woods and eat you up!?!" He paused before answering, "WTF. Where do you come up with these things?" But wouldn't it? Wouldn't it bite to have an escaped lion just break up your afternoon hike? It would. You know it would.
Children... which reminded me of Halloween, and costumes. I've had nooooo time to work on my Dia de los Muertos mask, and the kids still need costumes. This is important. Halloween is of utmost importance. I *must* get to work on a vampire princess, cowboy/bee/tea/batman/spiderman (?) outfit (I don't know about that one - I hope he narrows it down a little before the big night) and a ghoul of some sort. Plus my Dia mask, and if I'm going to go to the Halloween party, I have to come up with a rockstar outfit. Themed. I'm still pondering that.
Game On lessons: 1) I ate too much. Smaller portions are better. 2) I didn't drink enough water. Headaches (without caffeine!) are almost all the way gone! 3) 20 minutes of exercise a day really isn't that bad. 4) I loved my fish tacos and glass of beer tonight, but I think I loved them more because they were eaten with purpose. Yay for meal off night! 5) turning a diet into a fun game is genius and I wish I thought of it. Then I'd be rich. oh, and 6) because of the info on fake sugars, I'm now out of love with Diet Coke and neuro toxins. *sigh*
The part about my co-worker was because she's going to read poems at her alma mater this weekend. And she writes awesome poetry. She's an awesome girl. And then that lead me to thinking about why she doesn't keep a blog, and then that turned into wondering if there are some super intellectual blogs out there that I'm missing (well, not *missing* but like passing by) and then I thought, but why? Why do I wonder about intellectual blogs when there are blogs like The Bloggess who makes me laugh until I can't breathe? Good times.
Which leads me to my final thought last night. The espresso (instant... cheap... previously delicious...) that I was in love with? Hrmph. It tastes like koala. So sad. Like a combination of stale fur, old trunks, and moth balls. That's what Koala smells like. And that's what my coffee tastes like. So I've gone back to tea.
That's all for now. 33 today. It was a good old normal day. Calm. Simple (except for the 4 hours spent on computer crashes...) and just the way I like it. Fish tacos and a glass of The Wise ESB for bday dinner. Tasty. And worth it.