Saturday Stuff

And again for my dear ones doing the Atkins thing locally:
New Store Stocks Low-Carb Items

This guy looks awful­ly famil­iar to me for some reason:
Man Arrest­ed for Imper­son­at­ing Cop

Dammit, with all the laws these idiots can agree to pass, why can’t they get their heads out of their butts for this one?
Child Endan­ger­ment Bill in Peril

Any­way, we’re going to the YMCA to get start­ed today. Or that’s the plan, in any case. We went back to the “eye mechan­ic” as Sam calls it, and my con­tacts are still good. We ordered a three-month sup­ply, and I can wear these for anoth­er one to three weeks.

Unfor­tu­nate­ly, one of the staff mem­bers in the opti­cal place was wear­ing some sort of fra­grance that slammed me straight into a migraine. I took appro­pri­ate mea­sures as soon as we got home, but I’m not sure that I’m up to going to a place where there’ll be lots of peo­ple, lots of noise, and flu­o­res­cent lights. I’m think­ing of chang­ing my rou­tine so that I go to the Y first thing after get­ting sam­bear to the bus each morning.

In hap­py news, curiousmay9 will be com­ing over this evening. sam­bear is plan­ning to go pick up some steaks. We plan to go to the UU Con­gre­ga­tion of Mari­et­ta again tomor­row and stay for the CUUPs group’s Imbolc rit­u­al, then go meet some new gamers.

shad­owkatt’s friend Goth C is here for the week­end. Her mom is going veg­e­tar­i­an, so she’s beg­ging for burnt flesh and is very hap­py about the din­ner plans. She’s also guz­zling milk (her moth­er is only buy­ing the soy stuff these days), so we should get more dur­ing the gro­cery run.

I need to start actu­al­ly track­ing my points in Weight Watch­ers style again. I know that I’ve fall­en back to not eat­ing enough, which keeps my metab­o­lism way down.

Oh—I had two immu­niza­tions ear­li­er this week, the first of my Hep‑B series and a tetanus boost­er. The nurse went on and on about how tetanus would hurt very bad­ly, which was quite annoy­ing. And after all that, I hard­ly felt it. I think her stan­dard for what “real­ly hurts” must be way, way dif­fer­ent from mine.

I need a hair­cut again. The cur­rent cut was fine while I was wear­ing my glass­es, but now it’s falling into my right eye and being irri­tat­ing. The pri­or attempt to col­or my hair back to my nor­mal (sans grey) col­or did­n’t quite get it to the right shade, so there’s a vis­i­ble dif­fer­ence where my hair has grown out since then. I’m real­ly notic­ing the increas­ing amounts of grey, too. The fact that the grey hairs have such a dif­fer­ent tex­ture than the rest of my hair hon­est­ly both­ers me more than their color.