Archive for November, 2001
I Wanna Thank You-oooo, Whoever You Are.
Thursday, November 22nd, 2001Well, it’s 2 AM, and I can’t sleep a goddamn wink. I have about 13,000 cookies in the house, along with two loaves of very luscious-looking Italian bread, spinach dip that would go very nicely with the bread, cocoa which would go very nicely with the cookies, and a little red devil on my […]
must…Not…Eat…Cookies…
Wednesday, November 21st, 2001I am feeling much, much better today. No thanks to the Soup Gramma, who must be out having a cocktail with Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and other assorted personified pipe dreams…I went to the gyno, and am having surgery next week. Nothing major, just a little minor remodeling which will hopefully end […]
No Soup For You.
Tuesday, November 20th, 2001Ergh. I am still sick as a dog. I got up this morning and was covered in sweat. And not in a good way. I’m sure I woke D. up at least 30 times, because I woke myself up thrashing around like a psychotic. And not in a good way, […]
Sicky.
Monday, November 19th, 2001Of course there was a valid reason that my insomnia came to an end, and that reason is this: I am sick as a dog.God, it’s probably bad karma. I’ve been rolling my eyes at Dave’s being sick, I’ve been flaming detractors on the Thin Forum simply to relieve stress, and I’ve generally been […]
Do A Little Dance, Make A Little Love…
Saturday, November 17th, 2001I slept for sixteen hours last night. Sixteen hours of unadulterated, blissful, drunken sleep. I guess getting ridiculously shitfaced did the trick.So girl’s night out was just as I had hoped it would be - infused with drunkenness, mayhem, madness, neurosis, and plenty of laughter. (Mostly at the expense of club patrons […]
I Need A Remedy
Friday, November 16th, 2001I swear, I will go stark staring mad if I have one more sleepless night. Here I am with two sleeping pills, two cups of Sleepytime tea, and finally(last resort time)three horrible Lite beers(phenomenal waste of over 200 calories)in my system, and nothing - not a Z to be caught.I am, however, building a […]
Zombie.
Thursday, November 15th, 2001I feel like roadkill.I must have a new strain of insomnia which is resistant to all sleeping pills(hm, germ warfare?), because nothing is knocking me out. I have tried everything short of cattle tranquilizers for the past two days, and I don’t think I’ve slept more than 10 minutes at a stretch. It […]
Potty Time.
Wednesday, November 14th, 2001I’m learning HTML. I must be turning into a true computer geek, because I’m really enjoying it.So D. and I have kissed and made up, partially because I got my way, and partially because he admitted that he was acting like Neanderthal Asshole. So I plan to drink, dance and be merry on […]
Breathe In, Breathe Out.
Tuesday, November 13th, 2001I am crabby, irritable, angry, and testy. The more I think about last night’s argument, the more ticked I get.If someone holds on to me too tightly, my natural instinct is to run as far and as fast as possible. I just don’t equate love with control. I don’t appreciate being restricted […]
Bowing Out, But Not Gracefully.
Tuesday, November 13th, 2001I posted this on the Women With Families forum tonight:I don’t know why I even did it, but I went onto the “Hello” forum, just to read some posts. What I read both saddened and scared me. I saw a bunch of lonely, overweight kids who are desperately seeking a way to be […]
