A Climber of Trees (Private)

Mark Howarth   (832) 381-7469 - mobile 5/24/12 10:06 PM   18 hours ago Mark Howarth:  I'm at the art museum downtown.  1:23 PM Me:  At UH. You enjoying yourself?   2:04 PM Mark Howarth:  Yeah, good shit. How's it going?  3:38 PM Me:  OK. I'm becoming used to being stressed/frustrated with admin whenever I come to UH. / You got plans for the evening?   3:41 PM Mark Howarth:  Hanging with you?  4:55 PM Me:  Just got here. Thanks for everything. / Ignore everything I said.  10:01 PM Mark Howarth:  Hahaha  10:01 PM Mark Howarth:  The, "i love you, man." Means a lot. I love you too, dude.  10:02 PM Me:  Don't talk to me when I'm drunk> I'll say stuff I can;t expolain later. But ... yeah. You're important to me.  10:04 PM Mark Howarth:  You too..to me. Drunk means you can get away with saying whatever. Don't worry about it.  10:06 PM Me:...

Went for 3 mile walk this morning; it;'s been nearly a week. I walked about 3 miles while in Memphis, but nothing since. My weight has gone down, but not as quickly as I had intended; I'm still too lax on the calories. Eating out with Sam and Eduardo this week didn't help. It's difficult for me to convince myself to do anything physical ... always coming up with some excuse. It's difficult, for example, to go walking in the heat of the afternoon after I return from HCC; then I tell myself that I should go walking in the evening, but by 8pm I start to get sleepy, and it's still light out. I need to be invisible. But I put on my hiking shoes (I'm glad I bought those; that was not a wasted investment, like many of my purchases) and went out. On the way back, two medium-size dogs found me and wanted to tag along. I thought they belonged to a woman behind me, but they weren't hers. They were friendly dogs -- one black and one brown -- but I was already co...