Clunky clothes and self-discipline

I'm loving this cooler weather. I'm excited about the transition to long sleeves! I look better in fall clothes than summer clothes because I'm pastey white and the extra material helps counteract the flourescent glow that comes from exposed appendages, but also it just makes me warm and fuzzy inside to have long sleeves and jeans on instead of short sleeves and shorts. Have you noticed that people on TV almost always have long sleeves on? Newscasts, sitcoms, talk shows...Upper arms don't look good on TV and they don't look good on me. I'm wearing my black leather hightop Pumas today too. I've been looking longingly at them each day since March, hoping that the weather would eventually get cool enough to wear them again, and today is the big payoff day. They're clunky and sassy and I love them. But they hurt my feet a little bit. That's the price I must pay for clunky beauty I guess. I hope clunky beauty exists. Maybe it's sporty beauty. Hmm.

I decided yesterday that this will be the week of renewed self-discipline. I have the exercise routine down, but when I'm working on the laptop at home I piddle too much. I'll be working on a project and stop in mid-thought to check my email or see if I got a new friend request on myspace, and then before I know it I'm thirty minutes in and I've emailed six friends and ended up on some guy's page in Wichita who prompted me to click on his profile with one slick comment about the Colts on someone's blog, and the only things that yank me back to reality are the creepy skeleton faces on his page and the realization that my original thought has been suspended in midair for the past thirty minutes. I love myspace, but I need to love it during free time and not focus time. But if I limit my myspace time, here's what will happen; I'll find other things to distract myself, like puppy lovin' time, ESPN News, and a sudden urge to water some plants.

Lunch will be the first thing that steals my attention. I'm starving right now. And Harry has the hiccups so I'd better rub his belly. Surely this self-discipline renewal can wait until this afternoon.