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So perhaps I previously misdiagnosed myself as "sick", and the real cause for my current discomfort is an entire night of teeth-grinding and jaw locking. And perhaps I've even been doing it at work today, because my joint is stiff and hurts and I have a rather painful headache.

In other news, today has been quite slow at work. I've been doing work, but it hasn't been a huge surge of stress and tension. Perhaps because we can FedEx the brief at 6 pm tomorrow, not today.

I'm craving olives, and despite certain naysayers in my life, I will NOT turn into a Kalamata if I continue eating them. I think I've just decided that olives are a necessity/staple in my kitchen. Like Jiffy corn meal mix, Bisquik, or cheese. Nowadays you could probably also add wine to that list. And Alpha-bits cereal. Why am I suddenly giving an inventory of my kitchen? Who knows. But riddle me this, Batman. When I was in the bathroom at work this morning and examining my extremely dry skin in the mirror (I actually used lotion this morning, which is scary to think what would be happening if I hadn't -- would it be sloughing off completely?), I noticed a 2-3 inch long scrap across my cheek, ending near the corner of my mouth. Not a full-fledged cut, but one of those scrapes that barely breaks the skin and sort of causes the area to just get really puffy. Which causes me to ask, what have I been doing to myself?

I finally heard from Mrs. Well-Off Client, so I'm on for my Wednesday night tarot gig. I almost bought a CD at Tower in celebration of having money. But it was a CD I didn't necesarily definitely want. And it was full price. I'm such an addict. But you know what? I didn't buy it. I walked out of the store with the only thing I walked in for -- a $3.50 magazine. And THAT was my treat. I need to maintain my frugal habits even in the face of a postive checking account balance.

I must go and call down to Gridley, Illinois and find out what denomination the First United Church is. I'm not kidding.

Date: 2001-10-29 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] masscooper.livejournal.com
My mother is addicted to olives. It doesn't seem to have done irreperable damage in the last 40 years of her addiction...mainly she has really low blood pressure and craves salt. Our kitchen always smells like olives.

Ry

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