four winks

i lied. i do get positive feedback. i got lots. it was really nice to hear.

i had a catnap under my desk yesterday - george costanza style. i waited until the secretary just outside my door was gone and then dashed under there for a few moments. i was worried she'd see me crawling under there through the frosted glass that comes between us. it was good - foetal position with stiletto heels on. forty winks (well, more like four) and a cup of peppermint tea and i was back on my feet. try it, i dare you.

i went camping last weekend - it was so good; just the fresh air and a little campfire. there's something about sleeping outside that's truly wonderful, even in a tent that smells of hot plastic.

we ate seafood drenched in butter at a u.s. restaurant and marvelled at the obese americans. there are a lot of them - and they were the ones who were actually active and outside. i think our perception is skewed, but this is a very thin city. i remember how when i moved here i marvelled at how many people had weird eating issues - they skipped dairy, they were vegans, they didn't eat anything with refined sugar. i'd stopped noticing that.