Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Revenge of the GI tract

12:15 a.m. Sunday morning: Ken and I ate a Stack at our favorite diner. A stack is basically a heart attack on a plate--a biscuit, 2 sausage patties, 2 eggs, hashbrowns and cheese with sausage gravy poured over the whole mess. Heavenly.

12:00 p.m. Sunday: Outback Steakhouse. We split and order of cheese fries. They have bacon on top so they have been off-limits. We each order the Alice Springs chicken. I have mine with a side of broccoli to sort of cleanse the system. I ate most of the chicken before my body said, "Uh, hello? Like, you are so done." Commence GI revolt.

Never fear. I'm back on the vegetables. Tonight I had a mushroom-cheese quesadilla.

Writing is going well, as is working out. I think I've lost a pound or three but our scale sucks so it's hard to say. I average 3 pages a night on Stormy Weather, so that's cool. I've not done the math yet--how many pages do I have to write in order to have 250 by May 15th?--but I probably should. If I want a polished draft by June 1st, I need to get crackin'.

4 comments:

Innuendo said...

a stack sounds like what i was looking for when i ate at "EAT" on easter sunday. alas, they have no such invention on their menu.

so i ordered a side of biscuits n gravy, two scrambled eggs and some hashbrowns.

at least i know why i'm pudgy!

Sean M. Murphy said...

Write, write, write, write!

(overheard at a writers' frat party...)

Kelly Swails said...

Innuendo: yummy. I bet your system didn't revolt like mine did, though.

Sean: I hope this means you'll cheer uproarously when I complete the first draft.

Sean M. Murphy said...

"...or I shall taunt you a seconde timeh."

I shall toast you, you worried-wart, with the finest champahn-yays, and offer strange fire at the long forgotten intersections of the world.

Also, I will cheer.

Mostly, the cheering.