No more alcohol. No more cigarettes. No more beef. No more tuna. No more chips. No pizza, no lasagna, no hot dogs, no meatball hoagies, no pancakes, none of that shit. No more apples. No more bananas. No more broccoli. No vegetables or fruits of any kind. No processed foods packaged in recycled materials. Run, run, run, run into the wind. Walk it off. Get a haircut. Haircut… that one word, hair cut? S’pose it is. Lots of new movies being released this year look good. Stopped watching the trailer for “Funny People” halfway through because it was showing the entire movie.
Been running as much as I can lately. I don’t know how far I am getting, but day after day I go further than before, and I grow tired less and less. On the odd days I run, even – bike, now that it’s the right weather to. I keep it simple and smart, then I go back and add more detail to the picture. Planning the days takes time, keeping myself organized. Drawing, writing, playing trivia every Thursday – winning every week. Gets free beer and food for winning. Soon the beer will disappear, and I will no longer think of it as a choice to not drink it, it will simply not exist in my life anymore.
I am out of shape and I am very ashamed with myself. No one will hire me. I want to move out of Minnesota so bad. I want to be some place else so much. I set my sights on Austin, Texas. I am not sure it will happen. Will I be allowed to move back to Chicago? I want to keep moving. I want to keep moving. I want to keep moving, got to keep moving. Can’t stop now. One day at a time. One day at a time. I wonder when I’m going to die, and since it’s not this moment, how much longer do I have to go? I’m stuck in this fucking state. Stuck here. Stuck in a state of isolation called Minnesota.
