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[li] I have raging allergies and a stomach ache again.[/li][li] The weather here is beautiful today. (It’s down to the mid seventies with only 48% humidity.)[/li][li] I’m making good progress cutting the fabric for the quilt I’m donating to the local Interfaith Humanitarian Aid project. I agonize over fabric selections and they came out really pretty this time.[/li][li] I’m really tired of being a sunday school teacher, but I received a sweet thank you note from one of the little girls saying she likes my class.[/li][li] I must be having a good hair day. Two strangers complimented my hair today. (Maybe it’s the only 48% humidity?)[/li][li] When I am in the kitchen and look out through the formal dining room window and see our flag gently waving in todays breeze I feel a strange mixture of fear, anger, pride and nostalgia.[/li][li] I’m having compulsive feelings about storing water and toilet tissue.[/li][li] We’re out of money until payday, but all the bills are paid.[/li][li] The kids dog is getting seriously ill faster than the vet said she would. I’m not even supposed to like having a dog, but I’m heartbroken.[/li][li] The chocolate cake I made the kid [Jewish Mom]Eat something you’ll feel better.[/Jewish Mom] came out perfect and the house smells yummy.[/li][/ul]
I made dinner!
No, I didn’t just make dinner, I cooked!
I’m making dinner too - pork chops, mashed potatoes with cheese and pepper, artichokes, and a lemon cheesecake.
Yum. I just called some friends to come over and eat.
Actually, it’s all low carb versions of the above, but it’s all still perfectly yummy, and even my starch eating friends approve.
I’m feeling sick. Have been for several days. This could be due to the fact that, as Gunslinger would attest, I have a tendency to skip meals. Not on purpose. I just honestly forget to eat. And then my blood sugar drops dangerously low and I become wooooooozy. Woozy. Wooozy is fun to say woozy. Anyway, I become woozy. And from the woozy stage I progress to the it-feels-like-a-stomach-flu stage, at which point I have no appetite for anything even approaching food, and so I continue to not eat (without realizing that not eating is the REASON I feel ill). And then it progresses until I am dizzy and fall down when I try to stand up. And at that point I tell Gunslinger and he orders me to eat, and I do, and I feel better.
However, I have eaten. I ate a very good lunch. I ate a snack when I came home from school. It’s just that now it’s dinnertime and I feel woozy, and I tried to eat and felt too stomach-flu-ish to do so. Same thing happened yesterday. I’m drinking some very sugary Kool-Aid right now, in case it makes me feel better. I’ll try a slice of bread with jam later. If that helps I’ll make myself a full dinner and try to eat that, too.
I just wrote an essay for English on the Joyce Carol Oates short story “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been,” comparing one of the characters to Death. Originally I was comparing the character to Satan, but then I realized that the other story we were allowed to write about was Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “Young Goodman Brown.” YGB legitimately IS about Satan, so I’m sure many of my classmates will do comparative essays that make WAYG,WHYB be about Satan as well. I only like to write about Satan to be different. When writing about Satan will make me The Same, I refuse to do so. So I took most of my Satan arguments and changed them to Death arguments.
I have to write an essay for Forum about my reactions to September 11. I don’t know where to begin. I figure this’ll be a good thing for me, though, because I haven’t actually thought about my reactions yet, and this’ll force me to do so. It should be healthy.
I also have to write that speech mentioned on the first page. I’m going to make it be about circus peanuts.
Right now it is really much colder than Mississippi has any right to be.
Well, I gave my totally unprepared speech today, and the teacher loved it. Go figure. I guess that acting like you know what you are doing really is the way to go.
Right now, I should be studying for my Biology Test tommorrow, but I am just too tired right now. I came home from school at noon, and then I slept till 4. Now, instead of studying, I am SDMBing (is that a word?). Oh well.
I, too, often forget to eat. I always get hungry at times when getting food isn’t possible, like in the middle of class, or something. By the time my class is over, I am not hungry anymore. When I get low blood sugar, I get incredubly moody, and bitchy, along with weak and woosy. I don’t want to hear anyone tell me that I need to eat. It is pretty bad. Fortunately, my boyfriend is nice and subtle about getting me to eat when I am like that.
On that note, I miss my boyfriend. Why does he have to live so friggin’ far away. I want to see him more then every other weekend. You would think that at this point, I would be used to it, but I am not. Oh well, next year I will be going to the same school as he is, and it will be all good 
I just have to be patient.
Last night, when I was watching Angel, they kept on showing ads for the trailer of Lord of the Rings. It was pretty humerous. We were all joking about how we were watching a trailer for a trailer. Incidently, the actual trailer for Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring looked pretty cool.
Cranky, the links don’t work for me in China, but I’m sure he’s a cute little guy.
It’s cold enough for the BunnySuit[sup]TM[/sup]!! It’s a one-piece fleece thingie with cuffs at wrists and ankles and it is mosty-toasty warm warm warm!!! I don’t like cold weather at all, but at least I can cuddle up in the BunnySuit[sup]TM[/sup] and not freeze to death.
Not to mention I am just cute as hell in this silly thing.
I used to have a bunny suit…absolutely LOVED it! It’s just too bad that you can’t get adult-sized suits with the feeties on the bottom like for little kids. That was my favorite part. Then, alas, I grew too big, and graduated to a footless suit.
Hail to the BunnySuit[sup]TM[/sup]
You froofy people bring joy to my heart!
Let’s see, I cut off all my hair this weekend, and I love it, although when I wear my glasses, like today, I look a bit “Velma from Scooby Doo.”
Last night I cooked - I roasted a chicken, made mashed potatoes, carrots, and gravy with mushrooms and white wine. I will eat the leftovers all week.
I’m going to NYC this Friday night. I can’t wait.
My job ends in just under 2 weeks. I really love this company, I will be sad to leave. I need a real job.
Our computer system at work is completely hosed by a virus. And guess who has to fix it?
I think I’m coming down with a cold.