SUGAR WATCH 2009 AND THE BRUTALITY OF "DEALING WITH IT"

I don't mind coming to terms with myself and what I hell I put myself through sometimes. This "no sugar" crap absolutely sucks. Yesterday, when stuck in Dallas trying to get home to the Yellow from Norfolk, Nebraska by way of Lincoln by way of Omaha, I'm sitting there watching my former supervisor put plan M&Ms into his bag and I thought of just clocking him so hard it'd knock him out for weeks and I would eat every small candied chocolate in that bag until they were all gone enjoying it as it melted away under the heat of my mouth.

Yep. I officially miss sugar. I'm sticking to it, but it sucks. I can't have ketchup, I can't have cream in my coffee, I can't even have a freaking rice cake because it has sugar in it. It's horrible. I can't imagine a life like this. Honey and tangerines are fine, but there's nothing like a Snickers. I can't wait. A co-worker of mine told me to ease back into it because, after not eating sugar for two years, he caught a cold and ate a whole box of cough drops and ended up almost going into cardiac arrest. Yeah, that made my lovely wife feel better. Geez. Sometimes, I just gotta learn to not tell her stuff. Like how all the avionics on our company plane went out during our landing in Nebraska so, basically, we couldn't tell how high we were off of the ground. Yeah, probably should've just told her that everything was going "well."

I don't plan on jumping back into sugar consumption, but man, what I wouldn't do for some chocolate right now.

The Money Mix is going well. Just mixed Gil Scott Heron into John Lee Hooker in honor of the same co-worker who gave me sugar advice. Yep, so far we have Jay-Z, Biggie, John Lee Hooker, O'Jays, the Kinks, the Stooges, Gucci Crew, Jackson Five, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, Geto Boys...ya'll ain't ready. You think you are, but you can't mess with these steez.

Had a good friend of mine pass away last week. Sucks. She died of natural causes if you call "cancer" natural. My brother noted that this was our first peer to die of natural causes. Guess you take an inventory when you see that happen. I listened to Nina Simone up at work on Sunday in her memory. Seemed appropriate. We hadn't been close in our older age, but we were certainly were as kids. Kinda feels like a part of my childhood died with her. Those memories are still very strong, but, I don't know, I'm just whining because it sucks. She sure was a major part of my life.

Florida just scored. Good. Love to see Oklahoma lose and Stoops with this look as his chance at a national championship once again comes out his backside in the form of a small soft turd, this time, wearing a Florida jersey with the #15 on it.Hey, Stoops, you gotta win the bigs if you wanna coach in the bigs. Fourth and four and Bradford (our darling Heisman winner) throws an incomplete pass. Eh, well, whatever. Harrell won the All-State All American. Not sure what that means, but Bradford won the Heisman and still walked off the field as a loser. Guess no season is "perfect."

Meanwhile, what was appearing to be a perfect season for the Celtics has resulted in an absolutely atrocious slide. I guess they're all headcases now after winning 19 straight. Since, they've gone 2-5 (watching footage of an Oklahoma oboe player crying...hahahahah).

I did something to my ankle which Kool Aid diagnosed as a high ankle sprain. I told him I did it in the kitchen one night while maneuvering around. He said, "You're not a real man if you did it in the kitchen." Maybe he's right, but that meal was badass. Iced it down tonight. Seems that a "high ankle sprain" sounds a little meaner and tougher than an "ankle sprain."

Exile on Main Street is a solid record. I'm sorry, Clint, for ever laughing at you. It's dope. "Rocks Off" kills. Eat a Snickers for me. In fact, eat two.