I have a headache and I don’t want to go to school today in the snow. I don’t care about the poet’s clever use of imagery and I don’t want to be bothered right now with trying to come up with and an intelligent sounding way to make it sound like I do. I want to curl up in bed with some headache medicine and read my book. What the expletive is that infernal beeping?! Whose deranged alarm clock is making that obnoxious noise?! Thank goodness it’s over now. I still don’t want to go to school. My brain hurts. I don’t want to drive in the snow; I don’t even want to go outside in the snow. I want to stay inside and build a fire. Woe is me for my sad fate. Why won’t the stupid school just close? That’s all I really want.
That's what I started typing instead of my English paper. No matter how many times I refresh the page it still says TCC is open today. *sigh* At least my formal dinner was canceled, that's something. Of course it will be rescheduled and I will have to face it sooner or later. *sigh* I do feel lucky that I don't have to report to where Charis works. She always comes home late from working more hours than she should and that makes her grumpy and today they are making her come in and asked her to bring a bag in case they have to put her up in hotel because of the weather. I don't like that. I want Charis to get to stay home with a book.
Today is the two week point on NutriSystem and I have now lost six lbs even with Angela's delicious scones. I'm pretty happy. My jeans are definitely feeling looser. The hunger has gotten a lot better, but I've starting thinking about food a lot. Mom and I went to IKEA on the way back from my neurologist last week and we ate in the restaurant there (I had a NS lunch bar and I got a grilled chicken salad) and smelling the food, especially the bread was hard. At Angela's party (which was super fun) I tried to be careful, I had grapes, some cheese, a little ham, but the scones were so delicious that I had to have two. I didn't have a NS dinner or dessert that night though, and I stopped myself from having a third.
I have a pair of shoes that I really love and are really comfortable but they are getting very worn out. I can't throw them away. I've been trying to find another pair like them, not the exact same, but the same style. They're rocketdog slip on ballet tennis shoes, or whatever you it when it's like a sneaker but it dips low on the foot like a ballet flat.