Man oh man, I'm more sore than a Las Vegas hooker at ShoWest.

(Wait a minute, there are bound to be lots of struggling actresses at ShoWest. Hookers would be redundant. Never mind.)

I don't know what the hell is going on while I sleep, but when I wake up my back and hips and knees are stiff and sore.

Maybe I'm not really sleeping. I could be leading a secret life. So secret even I don't know about it. Maybe I'm out at some after hours party, boozing and using and getting laid.

Wouldn't that just be my luck? I could be having the time of my life, actually getting a little horizontal action, and I couldn't even brag about it to my friends. That would suck. Nah, I'm sure I'd recall something.

Hmmm, I don't remember getting that tattoo...

I've got to say, taking vitamins really seem to be making a difference. I'm trying to be really good about taking vitamins, but I tend to be very inconsistant about it. I can't take them in the morning because I usually don't get breakfast until after 10am. Vitamins on an empty stomach make me nauseous. So I take them at night. That is, when I don't fall into bed after midnight with barely enough energy to change into my jammies.

The last couple of weeks I've been very good about taking my multi-vitamin and C capsule and calcium supplement and chromium picolinate. Plus I've started taking ginko biloba (which I always want to call ginko balboa - Yo, Adrian!) twice a day, and I really feel much more clear headed. I'm still very tired and wouldn't mind taking a nice 30 minute nap (I meant to be in bed at midnight, but last night I had to work on one of my stories and didn't get to bed until nearly 3am. Fell asleep fairly quickly, though), but I do find it easier to drag myself out of bed (still not easy, though) and I'm not mentally foggy. I'm actually feeling pretty sharp. Such a nice feeling it is.

I'm sure cutting back on caffeine helps a lot. I haven't given up coffee, because I am addicted to the taste, but I nearly always drink decaf. I'm also paying more attention to my eating habits and trying to listen to the cues my body is giving me.

(Whoops! I guess that sound is a cue to eat less beans. Sorry.)

Next step: regular exercise!

You can stop laughing now.

I was going to rant about fat jokes, but I've mellowed a bit since I started writing today, so perhaps I'll leave it for another day.

However, I do want to say that people who state, about themselves, "I'm too fat to live," should be soundly smacked, preferably with Camryn Manheim's book.

Look, I know it's meant as a self-deprecating joke. I recognize that I'm probably an over-sensitive little girl (just ask my brothers). But whenever it's implied that fat people don't deserve to live (or lead a "normal" life), all of my buttons are pushed. And pushed hard.

I'm just saying.

It's now time for...