My mother has lost her glasses. She always loses her glasses. She should tie them round her neck with string. No, I don’t want to get off the computer and help look.
I eat too much chocolate. Am I putting on weight? I am, aren’t I? God, I hate myself.
Unpacking food shopping. Specifically, untying plastic bags with apples in them.
Probably brushing my hair. I spend an inordinate amound of time brushing my hair.
I wish my dinner would finish cooking. Woohoo! it’s done.
I have kind of a headache. I should take aspirin. No, I should probably eat.
Deciding what I should eat.
Petting Jake who decided that he needed attention so he planted his fat kitty butt on the table in front of it, then fell asleep on my arm so that it fell asleep too.
3 clementine oranges (spread out over about an hour’s time).
“Should I die? Would it be that bad if I had killed myself today? Would anyone care? No. They wouldn’t… sigh… I should…”… and various other thoughts on the same subject.
What were you thinking 1 minute ago?
About my friend that passed away, as I was typing my last post.
What were you thinking 10 minutes ago?
Isn’t this (football) game over yet?
What were you doing 10 minutes ago?
Convincing the hubby that even though the Bengals are out of the playoffs this year, they will make it next season.
What were you doing 60 minutes ago?
Saying goodbye to the friends we had over to watch the Bengals/Browns game.
What were you thinking 1 minute ago?
I hope the Ravens take the whole enchilada
What were you thinking 10 minutes ago?
When can I go on my break for a smoke
What were you doing 10 minutes ago?
Looking for a chance to sneak off for a smoke
What were you doing 60 minutes ago?
Sitting at work, pondering what witty, sarcastic repsonses I would have for anyone who asked me to actually do something.
What did you have for breakfast?
Crepes, eggs benedict, bacon, a croissant, more eggs benedict, fruit salad (Went for brunch)
1 minute: thinking about my witty and creative death for Blonde. And, yes… it IS witty.
10 minutes: (thinking) about a story idea.
10 minutes: (doing) writing down my story idea so as not to forget it.
60 minutes: (doing) logging onto the SDMB boards and reading the first batch of threads before I felt any were worth my time (KIDDING!!! Just kidding, folks). I was reading various threads and posting.
For breakfast I devoured some left-over turkey meat, can of peaches in light syrup (I pour that syrup out first, ew!), and a glass of ice cold milk. I’m not one for typical breakfast fare… no eggs, cereal with milk (cereal dry is the BEST!) or waffles, thanks. I’m weird, I know. I love myself though and that’s all that matters… sniff
Thinking 1 minute ago: there are reasons I don’t stray into Great Debates more often, and this particular argument is one good example of those reasons.
Thinking 10 minutes ago: I should get offline and start typing up that book outline.
Doing 10 minutes ago: opening my web browser to SDMB
Doing 60 minutes ago: finishing my late dinner of quickie pasta with butter and parmesan and reading a silly book.
Breakfast: uhhh. Oh! Pumpkin bread and coffee. (Took me a couple seconds to recall that.)