December 12, 2003
December 12, 2003 - 4:17 p.m.
In 45 minutes I'm going home. There the following will occur:
1. Heat soup.
2. Eat soup.
3. Run bath.
4. Drop in Big Blue.
5. Check out.
Sooner or later I'm supposed to go celebrate the end of Cec's third grad school semester (crazy girl has a 4.0!). But that's afterwards.
December 12, 2003 - 1:14 p.m.
You know that your boss is worried about you when she gives you an evil eye bracelet for Christmas. Evil eyes are supposed to protect againt harmful energies. I know little to nothing about them or any other part of feng shui*, but I'll take any luck I can get. It's on my wrist now, competing for cuteness with the Supergirl t-shirt that Casual Friday allowed me to wear.
Could someone please make me nut-allergic? That would prevent my eating the 1# of dark chocolate-walnut fudge residing 3 feet away. Dude. I can resist cookies, cakes, ice cream and all the other holiday sugar madness, but fudge.is.my.downfall. Since this week an egg is making its merry way down a Fallopian tube**, trebling my appetite, I could eat the whole damn pan in one sitting. It's like I have holes in my toes and each of those itty-bitty holes is crying out for fatty salty sugary foods. Including stuff like steak or potato chips that I never, never eat. Call in the EMTs! Get this girl to a fat farm, stat! Stuff her senseless with shredded lettuce and carrot coins!
That's one of the reasons I haven't been cooking; every time the kitchen beckons, it's like an invitation to debauchery. Feel like making dinner? How about fettucine with three cheeses? As I put together a soup this week of rice noodles, mushrooms and shrimp, I was wishing instead for deep-fried catfish. With french fries. What is wrong with me?
*Except that Anna Nicole Smith wanted to paint her bedroom pink because of it. Giggle. Now that's a room that needs help!
**Giving me bitchy backaches and enormous tatas, but whatever.
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