You know, I actually like his cover.
Even if I think he's a man slut.
Caloric Awareness Week Update:
DAY 2: I feel really, really sober. It's quite disconcerting. I'm basically eating like a woman of the forest. Or of the night. It's up for debate. It's probably a good thing I'm not drinking my usual decaf--because just that little caffeine would amp up the anxiety I'm already feeling about how I'm going to totally get fired when my boss gets back. Not that that would be the end of the world. I'm just overwhelmed by the amount of work she has no idea I had to do all month. My stomach doesn't look like I'm carrying an 8-pound baby though, so that's a plus . . . unless you're into that kind of thing.
Confession: My temptress of a roommate offered me a sour Gobstopper yesternight, which I almost accepted. Then I threw it back at her, remembering I had sworn not to consume extra, unnecessary sugar [this week]. I also used a little bit of white wine when I was cooking my peas last night, but as we know, the alcohol burned away with the heat.
So, my writing class yesterday. Actually . . . fun. The prof is much better than the one who taught my Playwriting class over the summer--I'm obviously using the word 'taught' very loosely, unless you consider boring your students to a slow, painful death teaching. Well, I suppose some might argue that is a form of teaching---name rhymes with Schmabarfin.
For one of the exercises, I wrote a short story about a fantasy sequence. It was, well, fantastical. And it cracks me up. So, I might post it at a later date. But, don't hold your breath.
I wonder what this weekend has in store for me. I have made zero plans ahead of time. That usually never works to my benefit, but neither does making plans in advance either, so. Eff it.
I can't believe I'm going to be blogging for 7 days straight. Can she DO IT?!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go hire someone to finish this extra work for me. UNT
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