i had something akin to a nightmare last night. i mean, akin to a nightmare means that it isn't exactly a nightmare on the normal technical terms of you waking up to a cold sweat and breathing heavily...it was something a little bit more personal. i dreamt that i was balding badly...badly...on the right side of my head. it might not seem that big a deal to you, and it might just be another matter of vanity that i carry heavily in my heart, but as godiva said, "my hair is my life". well, not exactly...my life might be my dreamcast, but anyway, hair, to me, is important. if you don't take care of it well enough, it may run out on you before too long. as for me, i already have a receding hairline...which is depressing, but i'm guessing it's a result of eating instant noodles and being adversely affected by the msg they put in the soup powder. oh, well...i guess that i can't have it one way or another. this is known as approach-avoidance motivational conflict in marketing...in short, you can't live with it, you can't live without it [instant noodles].

you get free snippets of marketing theory here. how much better could it get?

mmph. i'm attempting to eat only a meal a day. and that meal's going to be dinner...plus, it's going to be a meal of [you guessed it!] instant noodles. suicidal? i think not. a meal a day, coupled with football and maybe a soft drink as a treat, and i'll hopefully be back to my old size 31 as opposed to my size 34 now. the whole vanity issue comes back, but i'm a damn good looking size 31. yes, i am. and if i keep this up, it'd just be on time for [sic]'s attempt at a live gig, whenever that is. and what about going to uni? well...sandwiches galore, i guess. nothing too big or small. whatever makes me happy. ugh. i'm hungry now. crackers.

fat might be beautiful...but i disgress.

it's a thursday morning. birds are chirping, the sun is surprisingly shining, and i'm listening to carol king sing about whether or not i'll love her tomorrow.

how wrong could the day get?