Watching - The lights turn on in the downtown office buildings as it gets darker. (I have these funny windows - one looks out on extreme affluence, one looks out on .. effluence.)Listening: Brothers and Sisters "Blood"
Wearing: Jeans, flip flops, green cable knit sweater
Eating: Carrots and ranch dip.
Thinking: I left this ranch out for like, 3 days. It tastes... good.
Alright - Monday wasn't so bad. I got up and went to the gym, went to class, transcribed some lectures, talked to my mom, grocery shopped for healthy things, started to clean.. I'm ok. I made it through today, though perhaps heavily or mediumly medicated and a little slow, I did it without wanting to crawl under my desk and cry a whole lot. I'm.. breathing, and walking, and making plans and changing the sheets and buying good for me things... (except for that goddamn Starbucks which apparently I blew 8 of my 22 pts of Weight Watchers on. Shhheeeeiiiiit.) I'm going to be ok, today at least. There's only like 4 hours of it left.. so it should be ok. Baring disaster. And thanks to the lady at Safeway who held the dairy door open for me while I crawled into the case at on my knees and reached the last container of 1/2 fat Silk Soy milk. I had been contemplating crying for about 5 minutes about the door repeatedly hitting me in the head before you arrived. You saved my day. Literally. That means I made it through the day and only cried once. I have 4 hours left. I can do it.
2 comments:
The part about the views from your windows was fucking brilliant.
a girl like you doesn't need WW, really.
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