stuff i can't believe

i can't believe i'm as much of a gymrat as i am and i haven't been to the gym all month.

i can't believe that i finally washed my hair.

i can't believe that an expectorant can kick me in the chest the way this one did.

i can't believe i dragged myself out of the house at 8am and into midtown freelance hell in the freezing cold every day this week, with a head full of snotty yellow goo, when i knew full well that i was sick enough to swoon on the subway and i should have been at home in bed, dozing and heavily medicated.

i can't believe that i can breathe through both nostrils.

i can't believe that i've lost so much weight, i can wear almost all the skinny clothes in my closet.

i can't believe i had so many clothes in my closet that i couldn't wear because i "grew" two or three dress sizes.

i can't believe i've bounced back from this sickness so fast.

i can't believe i'm not hungry. (at all.)

i can't believe i haven't picked up another biography yet.

i can't believe it's almost the end of january and i haven't seen the bisquit yet.

i can't believe that my voice is completely unscathed and that i can sing a clear tone in spite of all the pleghm in my chest.

i can't believe i don't have an iPod.

i can' t believe that i am a record label of one.

i can't believe how long my hair is.

i can't believe i'm writing so many good songs.

i can't believe that he is the real reason why i lost an initial 20 pounds last fall.

i can't believe that i was so out of it, i didn't know that he was the reason why i was losing the weight.

i can't believe that i forgot how great i look in a pencil skirt. or a wrap dress. or naked.

i can't believe that i love sauteed brussel sprouts as much as i do.

i can't believe how good it feels to come home to a clean toasty-warm humidified room, clean bed linens and cable, sweet cable.

i can't believe my little baby brother joined the army and is going to iraq in six months.

i can't believe that i've found a way to emotionally not deal with him being in the army or what he'll probably see when he gets to the middle east or the fact that he might not come home.

i can't believe that i didn't faint dead away when he told me what he did--or at the very least, kick him in the pants. hard.

i can't believe i've never been to africa.

i can't believe i don't have a couch.

i can't believe that my credit rating is improving.

i can't believe that i forgot to get detangler for my wet hair.

i can't believe that i have an upright piano in my living room.

i can't believe that it's been months since i've had a facial.

i can't believe that i've given up all cold cereal for fresh fruit smoothies. (even raisin bran.)

i can't believe that it's been years since i've had so much as a chest cold.

i can't believe it's going to be six degrees below zero tomorrow and i don't have any pants. or long underwear.