Hi there!<\/p>\n
I will write to you because, for god’s sake, for once it’s quiet at work. This will not last.<\/p>\nToday be the last day of the detox. I’m very glad I did it, and I’ll be very glad to get me some coffee tomorrow morning. I feel great and I’ve been having an awesome time at the gym. If I go any longer without enough protein, my hair is going to fall out. And with that, I am not so down.<\/p>\nI thought a lot about the whole toxin thing and realized that as a whole, I have pretty healthy habits. The only thing I want to reevaluate is my use of artificial sweeteners. I use Splenda or Equal a lot in coffee and my oatmeal, and I drink diet pop. I don’t think I’ll be able to quit all that completely, or I will be sad, but I’ve already looked into options. Stevia seems like a good choice; it’s said to have no glycemic effect and is supposed to be insanely expensive, but a box of it at Wedge was the same price as a box of Splenda. I’ll try it tomorrow. And I know I should quit drinking diet pop because it’s all chemicals. I’ll work on that someday. Ha.<\/p>\nI’ve developed a weird fascination with my neighbors, the four of us who live in the space between the fire doors on the second floor. There’s Mr and Mrs Hooper next door, who are very very quiet and perhaps occasionally annoyed by my not-so-quietness. They look brother-and-sister alike, but I’m pretty sure they’re not. Across the hall from them is New GuyTM<\/span><\/sup>, who I was cursing at first because right after he moved in, the hall started to smell like cigar smoke, and also because he made me feel like a dumbass for trying to have a conversation with him with my arms full and sunglasses in my mouth. But now I think the cigar smoke is coming from Laura across the hall, perhaps from the man she told me she didn’t have? I dunno. All I know is that last night when she stumbled out of there in her PJs, she was smelling like cigar.<\/p>\nShe’s one of those people kinda like me who will tell anyone anything, and just let people jump into her life. Except me, I’m generally one to provide background information. She just walks in and starts talking like she was picking up a conversation from 10 minutes ago. This fascinates me. I’m good at pretending like I know what the hell she’s talking about, at least. I think.<\/p>\nSo to-night, it’s hockey playoffs again. I think there are a ton of playoff games, because I’ve heard that’s the way sports work nowadays, to earn more money. I don’t know when I became a hockey fan, but I love going. I think I’m actually more a fan of games, because I could be watching baseball or table tennis or demolition derby and I’d still love it as much. Well, I’d love demo-derby more. But anyway! Tonight’s playoff game is at the Xcel Center. I have never been there. I hope they have pretzels*.<\/p>\nOK! I was going to tell you about my weekend plans, but I need to go run lunch-errands before we get snowed in. I will return at a later date, muchachos.<\/p>\nJenni<\/p>\n* I just realized I can’t eat a pretzel today. Also, I cheated once on my detox diet. I chewed a piece of gum at Nobody Knows<\/i> the other night, because I was paranoid about garlic breath. And man, was that<\/i> shit depressing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Hi there! I will write to you because, for god’s sake, for once it’s quiet at work. This will not last. Today be the last day of the detox. I’m very glad I did it, and I’ll be very glad to get me some coffee tomorrow morning. 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