Oh, what a drunken morning, oh what a sober-free day!
Yeah, woke up and I'm still drunk. Wow. I didn't have THAT much to drink last night, however, I hadn't eaten a meal in about 2 days, either. When I'm stressed out I can't eat. Nothing sounds, smells or tastes good. Period. Nothing. I figured out I'd eaten Camembert and Carr's crackers, coffee, tea, water, goat cheese and crackers, 2-3 cookies and a handful of popcorn since Wednesday morning.
Hung out with Jim last night. He called just as I was about to get ready for EARLY bed. We hadn't gotten to hang out in a long time, so of course I went. I'm sure people I work with will be asking me what's up with Jim. How we always end up where I work I'll never damned well know especially since we're all so nosy about what we all do. It's like having a bunch of brothers and sisters.
I was VERY hungry when I got up. I just had a breakfast and was able to eat maybe half of it. Hey, stress does good things for me, on occasion. Like when I have to lose 5 pounds really fast. I lost over 10 pounds in a month once after a vacation to Wales and came back to work my ass off for 4 weeks straight. And I had no business losing 10 pounds, either. I think I dropped to below 110 at 5'5" that time. Yep, size 1 pants a Gloria with no ass make.
Okay, this is very much mental diarrhea. I'm still drunk so it's just free thought rambling. I think I'll try to catch a nap before Adriana comes over for coffee and chatting and I have to drive out to Denville area to plan fiascoes with Pete.
Hung out with Jim last night. He called just as I was about to get ready for EARLY bed. We hadn't gotten to hang out in a long time, so of course I went. I'm sure people I work with will be asking me what's up with Jim. How we always end up where I work I'll never damned well know especially since we're all so nosy about what we all do. It's like having a bunch of brothers and sisters.
I was VERY hungry when I got up. I just had a breakfast and was able to eat maybe half of it. Hey, stress does good things for me, on occasion. Like when I have to lose 5 pounds really fast. I lost over 10 pounds in a month once after a vacation to Wales and came back to work my ass off for 4 weeks straight. And I had no business losing 10 pounds, either. I think I dropped to below 110 at 5'5" that time. Yep, size 1 pants a Gloria with no ass make.
Okay, this is very much mental diarrhea. I'm still drunk so it's just free thought rambling. I think I'll try to catch a nap before Adriana comes over for coffee and chatting and I have to drive out to Denville area to plan fiascoes with Pete.