Someone has some schoolwork to do. Someone doesn’t feel like doing it, and so is procrastinating… and hopefully will not forget to actually do it before it is due on Wednesday. Because that someone can be prone to doing things like that… even though I have an extra day off work to do it.
I did some fine-tuning on my protein pancakes; I added a pinch of salt and a dash of cream of tartar, and I beat the All Whites a little. If I had had more time, I would have whipped them into peaks… anyway, I let the batter sit for a few minutes, and I microwaved the pancakes for a shorter time.
The edges were still a bit tough, but the inside was much better. It was a lot heavier than a “conventional” pancake, but I don’t mind that… so long as I’m not breaking my teeth! Still, it requires some more tinkering. I have a feeling that this would work a lot better on a griddle. Or maybe with whey protein powder (I used soy), but that’s not so easy for me to obtain. Must work on that.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I hate to eat with my hands. That’s probably part of the reason why I avoid sandwiches. I begrudgingly eat them when I have no choice (i.e., on nights that I have class), but I definitely don’t like to eat them when I am home. But — behold what happened on Friday (in my house):
Whole wheat pita with a Garden Gourmet veggie burger; butternut squash “fries” with cinnamon, chili powder, and paprika. Much as I love cinnamon, it tasted kind of weird here. And I didn’t “sweat” the squash enough, so they weren’t as firm as I would have liked, but they were still good.
And for those of you who were envious of the pretty white snow, you can stop feeling that way now. It’s turned into this.
Yeah. Lovely, right?
I went to Blockbuster tonight, and as I was leaving, a horde of screeching girls came in … wearing plastic tiaras and pink feather boas. I’m guessing they were having a party of some sort. It made me think of when I was their age (I’m guessing they were around ten), and slumber parties were the most fun thing ever. How on earth can one person change so much??
My therapist brought up “the medication issue.” Again. Not anti-depressants this time, because I’m oh-so-happy, don’t you know? Now, apparently, I’m obsessive. Yes, okay, I’m not really denying that. But I’ve been that way all my life. As long as I’m not disrupting every aspect of my life because of it, why should I shove chemicals in me that will do more harm than good?… Because I know they will. I’ve tried it before, and the resulting situation was not pretty. It irritates me when she constantly brings up this issue. I’m not against medication at all; I’m against medication for me. And I hate that I can be accused of “wanting to stay sick” because of my stance on this; especially since it makes me doubt myself and wonder if maybe, just maybe, that might actually be true.
For those of you who celebrate Valentine’s Day, have a great one… and for those of you who don’t, have a great one anyway. ;p
“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
(I think it should say “to seem normal,” but yeah, that’s me)