I should be writing a short story. I started writing last night. And then I stopped because my eyes hurt and I wanted to go to sleep. My eyes hurt a lot lately. I blame over-straining them working on projects late into the night. Should probably stop doing that. Should probably also not wear contacts when my eyes hurt, huh?
The story is about a man who is shipwrecked. That's all I'll say. He's a late-Victorian British sort. Apparently I'm in my Oceanic Period these days. Been writing a lot of stories about the ocean. Because the ocean is cool. And terrifying.
Speaking of terrifying, I've been trying to eat better. Because I don't want to get the 'betus at 25 and be miserable the rest of my life. It kind of sucks. I've cut back drastically on carbs, am cutting out sugar almost completely, am cutting out caffeine tomorrow... And ramping up protein and vegetables. I'm hungry. Not all the time. Just around mealtimes. Like right now. I NEED to eat soon. Actually, I might be undereating. According to teh interwebz, I should be eating around 1700 calories a day. Yesterday, I ate 900. So about half. Yeah... Probably a bad thing, I reckon.
I keep waiting for it to warm up so I can skateboard. Found a couple good spots to try. Soon. Sooooon.
