Today's diet is one I like to call PMS? WHAT PMS? I think I came up with the name round-about the time I decided that fruit rollupswere a NECESSARY EXPENSE if I were to SURVIVE the afternoon. I've eaten two so far. Stay tuned for important fruit-rollup related updates.
But I don't much care, for I am giving myself a pass on strange food choices or other oddities that get me through the day today. Yesterday was one of those days that was hard not in an epic, character-building way, but in a "man, can one more annoying little thing go wrong today? Oh look THREE MORE JUST DID" kind of way. Bad train luck, paper cuts, broken necklaces (causingg beads to fly EVERYWHERE in my therapist's office, *sigh*), missing papers, a twisted ankle, and one of those headaches that is just sort of always there no matter what you do or take all combined to make yesterday very Monday-like. Especially annoying since it was Tuesday. I gave up on the day and curled up in bed after taking off my bra caused a cascade of beads to fall out of my bra (where they had been unnoticed for SEVEN HOURS after the necklace-breaking-in-therapy thing) and scatter about the room, much to the delight of the three cats present. Alas.
On the plus side, I am not wearing a beaded necklace today, so I expect no surprises when I change clothes after work today. I do, however, expect ICE CREAM. NOM.
