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I have an appetite issue, I think... I'm rarely very hungry. I forget to eat. It's not that I don't eat because I think I need to lose weight. I do need to get myself into performance shape, but I'm older and smarter than to think that skipping meals will help me reach that goal any quicker... I just forget to eat. Then I feel crappy and Michael reminds me to eat. So I do, and generally then my whole sense of well being returns and I can think clearly and physically I don't feel like crap.
He takes such good care of me. Always has.
Work was sorta of, really dead and then kinda of crazy and kind of frustrating. We had yummy cupcakes for Sean's birthday and I took some neat pictures that I really dig. We did a fun combination in salsa- I felt like I really got it and was able to dance it rather than think my way through it.
All in all, a good day. But I'm happy to be home. My contacts are shitty and one was killing me, I could not get that thing out of my damn eye fast enough! I need to give in and make my appointments: eye, dentist, all of it. You know you're a grownup when you're genuinely excited that part of your birthday gift includes money to cover a dentist appointment, birth control, and new contacts.
Our CD-ROM is still busted. Mom is going to take my MP3 player home with her so she can hook it up. I feel like sort of a loser but i hate that I still can not use it. I'm going to curl up on the couch and decide which music I most want!
I feel a little stressed and overwhelmed. Blah.
He takes such good care of me. Always has.
Work was sorta of, really dead and then kinda of crazy and kind of frustrating. We had yummy cupcakes for Sean's birthday and I took some neat pictures that I really dig. We did a fun combination in salsa- I felt like I really got it and was able to dance it rather than think my way through it.
All in all, a good day. But I'm happy to be home. My contacts are shitty and one was killing me, I could not get that thing out of my damn eye fast enough! I need to give in and make my appointments: eye, dentist, all of it. You know you're a grownup when you're genuinely excited that part of your birthday gift includes money to cover a dentist appointment, birth control, and new contacts.
Our CD-ROM is still busted. Mom is going to take my MP3 player home with her so she can hook it up. I feel like sort of a loser but i hate that I still can not use it. I'm going to curl up on the couch and decide which music I most want!
I feel a little stressed and overwhelmed. Blah.