Weak willed
Feb. 27th, 2005 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swehI had planned to be strong this weekend; On Saturday I was going to reject all the crappy-gammer-food (including the wonderful cake that Watten makes each time!) and stick with diet coke and limited calories... but :-(
Friday night was not a good night. Tori had told me that there were plans to do another City Of Heroes Taskforce mission. They did one last weekend, and I got bored shitless, but it was her birthday that time. I'd suggested this time round that I stayed at my place on Friday and headed over Saturday, but she'd said that she wanted me over (and, besides, after her birthday she'd promised not to "abuse" me in that way again). So I came over...
While they played the game I setup one of Steve's old old computers (PII-450, 64Mb RAM) with a Fedora Core 2 install, so that there was a fifth machine for basic web surfing/ssh access (yes; there were 4 people playing CoH...)
At 00:15 I went to bed and read for a while. At 01:15 I started to sleep, but lightly because I was expecting to be disturbed whenever Tori came to bed. At 03:45 I was woken up by Steve shouting from outside the room I was in. At 05:15 I was woken up by Tori came to bed. Yes, she played that game for almost 9 hours non-stop. I woke up at 08:15 and the room was an ice box so I got up, leaving Tori to sleep.
This meant I was tired and in a really bad mood. So on Saturday I thought "fuck it all to hell" and had chocolate and beer and coke and lots of bad things. So fucking what.
On Sunday I elected not to go Shirley's chocolate party. Partly it was a vague hope idea of not eating too much (duh; diet... chocolate party not good!), part of it was a desire to hide from people, and part of it was wanting to come back to my apartment and be around my stuff, watching programs I had recorded on my UTV, catching up with aspects of my life; stuff I could have done on Friday rather than sitting on Friday. But I guess I'm still a little depressed and in a bad mood, 'cos I've eaten far too much, drank beer, definitely exceed calorie and fat quotas for the day and I don't fucking care. Weak willed, I guess!
Screw it all.
Gah; working from home tomorrow... maybe I'll do some exercise then. Maybe.
Friday night was not a good night. Tori had told me that there were plans to do another City Of Heroes Taskforce mission. They did one last weekend, and I got bored shitless, but it was her birthday that time. I'd suggested this time round that I stayed at my place on Friday and headed over Saturday, but she'd said that she wanted me over (and, besides, after her birthday she'd promised not to "abuse" me in that way again). So I came over...
While they played the game I setup one of Steve's old old computers (PII-450, 64Mb RAM) with a Fedora Core 2 install, so that there was a fifth machine for basic web surfing/ssh access (yes; there were 4 people playing CoH...)
At 00:15 I went to bed and read for a while. At 01:15 I started to sleep, but lightly because I was expecting to be disturbed whenever Tori came to bed. At 03:45 I was woken up by Steve shouting from outside the room I was in. At 05:15 I was woken up by Tori came to bed. Yes, she played that game for almost 9 hours non-stop. I woke up at 08:15 and the room was an ice box so I got up, leaving Tori to sleep.
This meant I was tired and in a really bad mood. So on Saturday I thought "fuck it all to hell" and had chocolate and beer and coke and lots of bad things. So fucking what.
On Sunday I elected not to go Shirley's chocolate party. Partly it was a vague hope idea of not eating too much (duh; diet... chocolate party not good!), part of it was a desire to hide from people, and part of it was wanting to come back to my apartment and be around my stuff, watching programs I had recorded on my UTV, catching up with aspects of my life; stuff I could have done on Friday rather than sitting on Friday. But I guess I'm still a little depressed and in a bad mood, 'cos I've eaten far too much, drank beer, definitely exceed calorie and fat quotas for the day and I don't fucking care. Weak willed, I guess!
Screw it all.
Gah; working from home tomorrow... maybe I'll do some exercise then. Maybe.
