good stuff

I've noticed a few good changes lately, and figured maybe I should list the good with the bad: good hair, strong nails, and everything tastes great.  Carrie told me about the difference in food, and I figure it's nature making up for taking away lunchmeat, soft cheeses and alcohol.  I had a subway sandwich with chicken today that was so good, I should've gotten a foot-long.  I'm drinking cran-grape juice that is better than chocolate.

I'm still pretty tired by the end of the day, and I still take an almost daily afternoon nap in one of our darkened conference rooms.  The trade-off for feeling hit by a truck: amazingly creative dreams.  In the past week, I have been involved in a bank heist, been on vacation somewhere they didn't speak English, jumped over buildings, and gotten into a huge fight with my mother because I didn't like her drawing in a coloring book.  Needless to say, it's better than the movies, and occasionally, it's refreshing to wake up and find that I'm not disowned or in jail.