Ugh
Foods Eaten: Eggs; egg yolks; clarified butter; cashews; 3 French fries; rutabaga
Calories: 1537 Fat: 149 g Carb: 16 g Fibre: 1 g Protein: 41 g
Weight:154 lbs
I'm just having one of those nights. You know... one of those nights where you, when suddenly attacked by a case of good will, invite your family over for dinner the next night, including your partner's mother. But then you realise too late that the 24-hour grocery store is closed - and will be closed all day tomorrow- because it's Easter Sunday (starting Saturday evening, apparently). The kind of night where you go to try on the pants you just bought 3 hours ago and the beaded belt that comes with them snaps and beads go flying all over your bedroom. The kind of night when your cat decides that the scattering of the beads was really meant for her as entertainment and scatters them further, in a fit of joy. The kind of night when your face is still inflamed from the weird allergic reaction you had earlier that day. The kind of night where you look in the mirror and instead of seeing your own reflection, you see a spotty, blotchy 30-lb overweight woman who is only 28 but somehow suddenly looks about 48. The kind of night when your tinnitus is acting up, BIG TIME. The kind of night when you aren't hungry, but try to force down some eggs and feel like yacking because of it? The kind of night when your partner is trying to help but you keep snapping at him anyway because even the most sweet and helpful person is about as welcome and as useful as having a second a**hole.
You know... the kind of night when you just want to punch a hole in the wall, but it's your wall and you'll just have to pay to repair it, anyway.
Calories: 1537 Fat: 149 g Carb: 16 g Fibre: 1 g Protein: 41 g
Weight:154 lbs
I'm just having one of those nights. You know... one of those nights where you, when suddenly attacked by a case of good will, invite your family over for dinner the next night, including your partner's mother. But then you realise too late that the 24-hour grocery store is closed - and will be closed all day tomorrow- because it's Easter Sunday (starting Saturday evening, apparently). The kind of night where you go to try on the pants you just bought 3 hours ago and the beaded belt that comes with them snaps and beads go flying all over your bedroom. The kind of night when your cat decides that the scattering of the beads was really meant for her as entertainment and scatters them further, in a fit of joy. The kind of night when your face is still inflamed from the weird allergic reaction you had earlier that day. The kind of night where you look in the mirror and instead of seeing your own reflection, you see a spotty, blotchy 30-lb overweight woman who is only 28 but somehow suddenly looks about 48. The kind of night when your tinnitus is acting up, BIG TIME. The kind of night when you aren't hungry, but try to force down some eggs and feel like yacking because of it? The kind of night when your partner is trying to help but you keep snapping at him anyway because even the most sweet and helpful person is about as welcome and as useful as having a second a**hole.
You know... the kind of night when you just want to punch a hole in the wall, but it's your wall and you'll just have to pay to repair it, anyway.
Labels: Failsafe diary, Moods
posted by Red Delicious at 11:24 p.m.
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