I've been sitting here for some time getting nothing done and wishing that I had something entertaining, quirky, funny, shocking, anything to write about. Instead I came up with this.....
When I'm stressed (as I am at the moment with the aftermath of the accident and other things that are happening in my life) I tend to lose my appetite. That is, my appetite for actual food. Normally, if I eat too many sweets, ice cream, or general junk, I feel sick, but when the stressors come on, baby watch out. My diet as of the last er....week. A surprisingly small amount of Cafe Rio, lots of Sonic's Tots, A medium sized bag of almond M&M's (in the finest of Easter pastels of course), lots of Diet Coke, water that I force myself to drink so I don't get dehydrated, a Wendy's side salad and large frosty and Diet Coke, eggs/potatoes/bacon from the hospital cafeteria, a Dove Dark bar, a container of Kozy Shack's rice pudding, remnants of ice cream from the freezer, Naked juice (so I feel like I'm actually being healthy and getting some nutrients), crap (as in I just realized something) that has seriously been my diet for the past week.....and now, I have some gluten free cookies that I was all excited about, and then opened the box to realize that they are chewy/soft, whatever, just not crispy. I HATE soft packaged cookies. This is a sad sad day. In that this is what I'm taking my time to write about. If I didn't detest it, I would go out and get me some V8 or something, which, by the way, is not something that you develop a taste for as you mature. Because I always thought I would like it when I got older for some reason, and that hasn't happened. Or I'm not mature. At least my taste buds aren't.
I want to go home and sleep. Without hurting. Or waking at 3am exactly in pain.
I'm pathetic. Console me. Please.
Ooh, I just saw 2 jobs postings that I think I would like. One is for the CIA, the other is a figure skating instructor. Look out.