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Reading:
The Better Part of Valor by Tanya Huff
The Catcher in the Rye by JD Sailnger

Up next: A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickins. We'll probably start that one Thanksgiving weekend. We're already planning our Classic Book Selections for next year, and I'm working on a book site I'm calling "Ex Libris," which should debut sometime before Christmas.

Writing:
My NaNoWriMo novel. Check out The Days of NaNoWriMo 2002 for updates on that. Just a quick update: things are not going very well on the NaNo front. I don't even have 20,000 words, yet, and the story is just not flowing very well. I'm still hopeful that things will turn around, but the likelihood of my reaching 50,000 words at this point is quite slim.

Hearing:
The new Bond CD, Shine, the new O-Town Cd, O2. Yeah, I know; I'm mentally twelve! Also purchased the WOW Christmas CD and Jump 5's Christmas CD, All the Joy in the World, and ordered Chris de Burgh's new CD, Timing is Everything, through Amazon.com, because apparently it's not being sold here in the US. Bummer.

Greatful for:
1. It's sunny and warm here.
2. We didn't have a meeting this morning.
3. I made a pretty good cup of half-caff, if I do say so myself.
4. My corn doesn't hurt too bad.
5. It wasn't MY car on the grade with both ends smashed in.

Loving:
1. California Blonde
2. Results ephedra-free thermogenic tablets.
3. Elizabeth updated!

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November 19, 2002
Decent Into Madness

Ug. Got my period today (or will be getting, or should be getting. As of this posting, it hasn't actually started yet; my uterus is just messing with my mind.). I should've known it was close since I have been craving salt like a mad fiend. I gave in last night, and had some buttery kettlecorn popcorn. Mmmmm. I'm sure I'll pay for that later today with some wicked ass cramps and a couple extra pounds, but, frankly, I couldn't care less. It was yummy popcorn.

And another thing! I'll tell you right now, I am not going to the gym tonight! Call me a bad girl, call me a wuss, lecture me on the evils of not exercising and eating right; I don't care. I'm going to go rent Spirit, Stallion of the Cimmeron (because, you know, mentally I'm twelve, but I think we already established that when I admitted that I bought the new O-Town CD.), go home and watch it, eat a sinfully, naughty, bad, bad meal of Carl's Jr. Super Star burger (no onions), Mickey D's fries, and some sort of chunky-double-chocolate-fudge-something ice cream, probably get horribly, painfully sick from it, then I'm going to bed. No, wait! I have to watch Buffy (yeah, I'm a bad Christian, so crucify me!), then I'll go to bed. Just me, my heating pad, and a chocolate bar. Half a chocolate bar. Okay, okay, just one little square, but I MUST HAVE CHOCOLATE!

So, there.

So, the Zoloft really doesn't work during pre-menstrual syndrome. I pretty much knew that before, but this time has been particulary trying. Yesterday, at the height of my hormonal craziness, I could've easily taken lives. Several of them. Cheerfully, and with a smile on my face, I could've ripped off heads, and bathed in the blood of all the people who pissed me off.

And laughed. I could've laughed manically.

Today is not much better, but thanks be to God, it's at least half over. I'm thinking I might not be getting The Nastiness today, which really ticks me off, because that means I have to suffer through all this crap again tomorrow.

Grrr.

Cheers!
Hez

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