Evenscry’s Weblog

It’s been an awfully long time since I last wrote.
To be honest, I just haven’t been in a writing mood.
It isn’t a bad thing, by any means, but I’ve been going through this whole lifestyle overhaul.
It started, out of complete coincidence, about a week and a half before my 29th birthday. The birthday was April 7, so you can do the math.

The warm weather had just begun, sunshine finally reigning over us all. I had just gotten over a dreadful bout of some illness. I had been floored for about a week, starting the day after St. Patrick’s Day. I guess that my body was probably rebelling over the excess of partying that I had put it through. It wasn’t necessarily a lot of alcohol, but more the time spent. Peter and Mack had a whole bunch of St. Paddy’s-related gigs, and I managed to be there for three of them. I also stayed until the end of the night in all cases.

I was bedridden for a few days after that foolishness. Oi.

So, after the illness receded and the sunshine came out, I decided to stop eating meat and to start doing yoga. I made a conscious decision to eat better, stopped eating all the food at work (excepting the occasional biscotti or bagel), and to drink lots and lots of water.

I practice yoga every day now. My practice is usually between 20 and 60 minutes long, depending on time constraints and how intense the workout was the day before. I’ve lost about 5 pounds, but look like I’ve lost more than that. I’ve never had a workout regime that slimmed me down quicker than the yoga, and this is the first time that I’ve devoted myself to a daily practice. In a month I can see more differences than I thought possible. Even in my almost daily devotion to the gym last summer I did not see nearly the amount of difference in my appearance.

To be honest, it’s a little freaky. I noticed my physical shrinkage in the mirror in the work bathroom this past Tuesday and was definitely a little surprised.

For the most part, I’ve felt a lot calmer and more at peace since I changed my habits.
I hardly ever drink alcohol, and when I do, I have no more than 2 glasses of wine. I’m allowed no more (but preferably fewer) than 2 cigarettes a week. (I should quit altogether, but I still like the social aspect too much to ditch it completely.)

Other different things that have happened in the past month and a half, or whenever it was that I last wrote…

Peter got back together with his ex-girlfriend, moved back in, and got engaged.
I’ve never been more relieved in my entire life regarding any of my friends’ love lives. He is so much better with his lady, so much happier. And now, weddings and family gatherings will be less-than awkward. Peter’s brother is marrying Peter’s fiancee’s best friend. Had Peter and Heather not gotten back together, well, Mack’s wedding might have been just a smidgen tense, methinks.

My old cafe manager, Thor, has left us. He is now at the mall bookstore cafe.
I miss him dreadfully, despite a prior friendliness between Mr. Hardcore (we’ll call him “Mr. HC” for simplicity’s sake), our new cafe manager, and myself.
I visited Thor today and after he hugged me, the scent of his cologne lingered in my hair. I like to have that little bit of Thor with me. I think I’ve grown to love him like family, and I kind of wish that he had never left us.

I had been really excited, at first, to have Mr. HC come and work with us. He’s a sweet kid, really friendly, and totally by the book. Thor is incredibly laid-back, almost to the point of letting things slide too much. Mr. HC is definitely concerned about his employees and into being friendly with all, but he has so much of his own stuff to get in line, that, well, it’s just not quite as fun, I guess.

This was Mr. HC’s second week, though, only, so who knows.

I’ve been a little on edge this week, too, which is probably affecting things. I messed something up with the till last night, and that was just awful for me. I almost never make any monetary mistakes. We all screw a drink up now and then, but I never mess up the money.
It really freaked me out a bit.

I’ve been mad tired this week, too. It’s probably all these different weather shifts and what-not, allergies and all, but who really knows. Maybe the job is finally getting to me.

In the end, though, I tried to fix my discomfort with a tiny bit of retail therapy. I bought Paramore’s Riot and finally got a real (rather than bootleg, messed up, mp3) copy of Dream Theater’s Scenes From a Memory, complete with Dave McKean’s awesome album art. (Did I ever mention that I heart Dave McKean?)

I also got some massive black sunglasses that Thor mocked me for buying.
“What is it with women and these big, black, bug-eye sunglasses?”

I don’t know, man. I love them.
Suck on that.

Anyway, despite the uptightness with work and all, things are fairly good.
I’m kind of wondering, at the mo, if Igor still wants to go to Iron Man with me. I don’t know if he’s stressed out at work like I’m stressed out at work, or if I just have been different at work or what, but Igor and I haven’t had the same kind of rapport these days.

Nothing to be concerned with, though. Igor will always be my favorite dork.
All right…
The Office comes on shortly and I think that I might need another cup of chamomile.
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