South Beach Blues

Following monshu's recent checkup (wow, I didn't know human blood pressure readings went up that high!), we have become the latest bears to adopt the South Beach diet--or we will, starting next week; I think this is going to be Binge Week until we get rid of all the nasty things lurking in his larder. He was telling me that I don't have to eat as many twigs and nettles as he does, but frankly I need the external pressure to change my diet.

I think the biggest bummer will be cutting down on the East Asian food, with its high sodium and hidden sugars. Any suggestions for tasty, heart-healthy substitutes will be much appreciated!

Hkaγe akxa ąpą iiðaðe

I was so tired on Monday that I went straight home after class. The sun was just setting and I went straight to the roof to watch it. The light over the lake was indescribable; somehow, the water reflecting the clouds lit up by the dying sun managed to be brighter than the clouds themselves. I came down to find my apartment stuffy and close; as I was opening windows, I heard a surprisingly loud cawing and saw a very large crow sitting in the locust right outside my bedroom window. I watched it for a bit before it flew away, pondering the wisdom of my ancestors in viewing it as a bird of ill omen.

I survived, but I did have odd dreams. Were they just a function of how long I slept? All in all, despite the awkwardness of being caught in the wrong manor house at suppertime due to a compromising dalliance, I much preferred my stint as Lord Crawford to my time atop a pyramid as a captive Aztec figurehead the previous night (which I blame entirely on monshu's choice of t.v. programming). On the other hand, the scrap of human flesh given me to eat by the priests (not to mention the foil-wrapped meat pie) was far tastier than anything likely to come across an English board. Oh, and bunj, do you know how to wield a Schläger? Judging by my awkwardness attempting to demonstrate the use of one to a flirtatious lady during my tour as a German aristocrat in another dream, I need some serious practice before I ever take one up in a duel. Who knows? It could happen tonight--then where would I be?