Yesterday was a glorious day! I really mean it. Even though I had only 3 hours sleep, once again, it was wonderful. I stayed fully energetic. I can’t let the government find this out, they’ll make me go back to work. Bastards! My mood hasn’t been fully balanced in awhile, I really wonder what was wrong with me, but I wont question it. In case I haven’t made it clear, yesterday was wonderful.

After three hours sleep I was wide awake again with my eyes looking like a Powerpuff Girl on crack. We found a new diner and what a treat. One of those greasy places where the servers worked in orchestrated chaos and they should provide a coupon for a free angiogram with every meal. It wasn’t easy, but I was actually able to put together a healthy meal that included sliced tomatoes on the side instead of delicious, greasy fried potatoes. We planned to go to the beach afterwards but came home instead and each got into our own groove. Eating well lately and walking 20 minutes each day now, I’m looking forward to the scale this week.

Here’s a little info for you from Dictionary.Com

Vegetarian:
veg·e·tar·i·an
1.a person who does not eat or does not believe in eating meat, fish, fowl, or, in some cases, any food derived from animals, as eggs or cheese, but subsists on vegetables, fruits, nuts, grain, etc.

Take note, nowhere does that definition say vegetarians eat chicken or fish. I frequently meet people who say they are vegetarians as they munch on shrimp cocktail and chicken fingers. ARGH! If you stick a chicken in the ground you wont get more chickens.

Simple rule, Folks: If it has a face, then it’s not a vegetable.

I bring this up because I use to be a vegan. Vegans do not even eat eggs or milk. No animal products at all. Yeah, we’re crazy. I was vegan until my bipolar disorder got too bad for me to cook. My only option was to then eat frozen meals and there’s primarily one frozen thing that they offer vegans: burritos, burritos and more burritos. I couldn’t take it any more and started eating meat again.

Now, it’s really bugging me. I mean I won’t even kill a bug. Spiders and such are picked up and carried outdoors. A cockroach or other bug like that I just ignore (it helps that Maurice goes at them like a marine). It’s all the Buddhist side of me.

How do I justify saving the lives of creatures who are barely more than vegetables with legs, while eating more intelligent animals? My Buddhist teacher pointed out that even the Dalai Lama eats meat. Well, la de da. That may be good for him , but I’m obviously better than that. My concern is am I ready to cook again? I keep forgetting when I have food on and to turn off the stove. I’d hate to do something on principle and leave the entire apartment building homeless. This is the big conflict I’m pondering today.

Two days ago, I provided some nostalgia by having a video from Schoolhouse Rock. Anyone who watched Saturday morning cartoons in the 70’s remember these being thrown in around the commercials. Today, I have a new one, but it’s a parody done by Madtv.

I read a article last week that said that too many children are being medicated just to keep them in control, but at the same time too many children who should be given psych meds aren’t reciving them. As a result I was conflicted on whether to show this. Finally, I made my decision because I think that it’s funny as hell: