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September 14, 2005,
This was going to go up last night, on the 14th, as it should have. But Word, MS Works (Oh, I beg to differ!), and Yahoo Mail conspired to lose me half of my bloody post. So I deferred posting in the hope of recovering the rest. In the forlorn hope, as it turned out. Shit. Now I have to try and recreate it from memory; my memory of a day when I was sick, and my memory was for shit.
Woke at three this morning with a rebellious gut. Twisty-churny, sour, and crampy. I laid there for a while, but it only got worse. So I got up about 3:30 and took an Alka-Seltzer, and laid back down waiting for some relief. I was able to get back to sleep around four, but since I get up at 4:50, it was really too late�
I think I had a mild case of gastritis. Crackers and lemon-lime soda seemed to help. By about 10:30, I felt like eating my muskmelon. I felt kind of spacey and chilled all day, though.
I should have stayed home today�between feeling icky and the fact that our email at work was down the entire day, I didn�t have a very good day. But it�s chiro day, and I don�t have a lot of time off left for the year, and I had to get up and walk the dog anyway, so what the hell. But all day long, I shivered inside my big sweater, laying my head down on my desk, and fighting the intermittent nausea. It�s kind of tiring.
And blow off the chiro today�the shape I�ve been in? The extremely complex, twisted, and completely mis-aligned shape?
In fact, it did me a world of good. I felt like a new me when he finished. In fact, I came home and cooked. Ratatouille, yet. I still had bushels of fresh vegetables to get used up, and my rather non-traditional ratatouille had the standard onion, eggplant, peppers, zucchini, tomatoes and garlic, but it had mushrooms, broccoli, and green beans as well.
I didn�t get to eat until eight, but it was worth it. Since I don�t care for polenta, I had a big hunk of Italian bread with it. Su-poib. Vegetarian fare where I don�t even miss the meat.
THE DEPARTMENT OF INTERNET CURIOSITIES
www.collectionsetc.com
What the fuckare "sitters"?
I stumbled on that page when I was looking for something to send my mom. I�m not in love with any of the Santas at Horchow this year, and Neiman-Marcus doesn�t even bother to have anything different from Horchow�s any more�their holiday pages are practically identical. Sigh�Mommy likes those high-end decorations. I�ll keep looking. That�s why I started early�to give myself time to locate the just right gift.
RANDOM BITCHINESS:
You know...Between the ungodly chewing noises, and the nauseating stench�popcorn could well be the world�s most annoying food.
GYM REPORT:25 minutes 1.40 miles 179 calories Despite feeling so dreadful at work today, I managed to push myself into the gym, and complete a respectable, if unremarkable, treadmill session.
Reading: "The Blood Doctor", by Barbara Vine (Ruth Rendell). Listening: XM Radio. 70s on 7 had a kind of a �Men Are Pigs� theme First, Peter McCann tells his woman to put out, or get out:
�Do you wanna make love?
Or do you just wanna fool around�
You can take it seriously,
Or take it somewhere else�
And then, when Robert John dumps his piece on the side, he tells her she best not be thinking she �s got a right to cry about it:
�Looks like it's over, you knew I couldn't stay
She's comin' home today
We had a good thing, I'll miss your sweet love
Why must you look at me that way
It's over
Sad Eyes, turn the other way
I don't wanna see you cry�� I guess it�s like Fleetwood Mac said--�Players only love you when they�re playin�.�
Beading: Currently Inactive One Year Ago, I was happy. But not for long.
At Random: Shake it up baby, now!
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