We're Always Proving Who We Are...

Seriously, I think everyone (exaggeration) eats more than I do. Which is a problem and I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to fix it. It isn't that I'm not hungry, it's not even really that I'm lazy, it's that as soon as I think "Golly, I should eat something", something new and vitally important pops up and somehow it's three hours later before I go upstairs in search of food. Of which there is a limited selection because, hey, I'm not stocking my kitchen to live out of for the rest of my life. I'm trying to stick with cheap, fast, and easy, since, by the time I do drag myself upstairs, I don't really feel like doing much. I'm thinking I'm gonna do grilled tuna sandwiches tonight, but that may fry (pun intended) in favour of something faster and easier, particularly given the lack of really good pickle relish.

Housemate is out of town this weekend, huzzah! He apologized again for Wednesday night, using almost exactly the reasoning that I had for being pissed. So, much yay there.

I'm thinking I may try to sneak over to the dance studio over the weekend, if I can figure out a way to have music there, since the sound card issue is...well, still an issue. I may decide to buy my end of project present for myself early so I can use it. We'll see.

My body would stop being so fucked up if I started treating it well. However, the fact that it feels like crap leads to me not working it very hard and continuing to treat it like shit. Vicious, vicious cycle.

Still co-writing. It's fucking long, over 7800 words and still going.

Ow. Ow. Fucking OW.

I have a giant infected sore on my lip where I bit it. It's swollen, it hurts like hell, and I can't really move my mouth, which precludes eating and talking. Which is a bitch.

I slept poorly, as usual, horrific nightmares about corpses being stolen from their caskets and dimension hopping and looking in the mirror to discover huge burnt pustules all over my chest. Ew, ew, very very ew. Pretty sure I screamed in my sleep again.

I think there was a happy dream in there somewhere and it involved due South bloopers and PG and CKR naked.

Went to the library for more Orbis books, ran into Mike and talked to him for a bit.

Housemate has a guest coming this evening, we'll see how that goes.

Well, here I am. Curled up in my chair, getting ready to gloss Midsummer. Watching When Harry Met Sally because it's on. Andrew's here and moving his stuff in. He has a motorcycle. I really don't know what I'm thinking at all. Oh, well...I need to go to the market later, I am very nearly out of edible things...