Whoever left me questions tonight on Formspring — I did answer them, but they have apparently been eaten. Sorry about that. Edit: I guess it didn’t taste good… they reappeared.
This whole “from midnight to 5.00 AM, with several waking periods in between” thing has got to stop. No matter how tired I am; the moment I get into bed, POOF!, I’m wide awake. But I can’t function during the day on this amount of fragmented sleep. I used to be able to do that, but I am an old lady now. Definitely didn’t help that I was stuck in class until 8.30 tonight. Major snoozefest… and still no help on this stupid project, naturally! I sense a problem.
I am so sleep-deprived that I am starting to forget things. (And if you know me, you know that I do not forget things.) But as I waited for the train today, I realized that I had forgotten to take a bar with me. I stopped off in Whole Foods and picked this up instead:
It feels “junky” to be eating chocolate like that. And I don’t even like this one very much — I prefer the dark chocolate — but of course I can’t find that one anymore. Whatever.
On Monday night, I bought some vegetables that I can just toss into a salad raw… that way I avoid the whole “lack-of-pareve-appliances” dilemma. The result:
Romaine, baby peppers, pan-seared tofu, baby bellas.
I’m pretty sure this is the last salad that will be showcased before the helliday. Speaking of which, here is what happened in my kitchen last night.
Watch the transformation:
As for the rest of the kitchen (AKA, the spaceship)… shield your eyes.
This is normally the dairy side.
This is normally the meat side. The size of it indicates that I live with largely carnivorous people.
This is normally the pareve side — AKA, mine.
The earrings I bought in Grand Cayman made their debut today:
And since I mentioned Grand Cayman, that gives me a nice little transition for this…
In other, really exciting news, I found a way to get to my hotel from the aiport for less than the $116 I’d pay for the shuttle! It will now cost $26 each way. Seriously, if I keep spending money on this vacation, maybe someone will end up paying me; the more I spend, the bigger the savings get.
Also somewhat related to this: I bought a wetsuit. (This one, if you care.) I don’t actually have it yet, because it’s a special order (I want a 5mm, and they don’t generally stock that thickness). This means that I will not be able to return it. Instead of asking if it would leave me room to get fatter, I asked if I would be able to lend it to someone who has my build but is X pounds heavier. (This was actually my therapist’s idea. I think I should be worried about her ability to craft tales.) I tried on a few different ones, and I wound up going with a brand that has more “give” — meaning the neoprene is more flexible. I tried on the size below and the size above what I ended up going with, because they didn’t have any full wetsuits in that size. Based on the fact that I could get into the smaller one, and the main problem was that I am too tall for it, I really shouldn’t worry about the fact that I might get too fat for a size above that. But this is me, and I obsess over everything, so I’m busy freaking out. I won’t actually have the suit for another couple of weeks yet, either.
In hindsight, going to buy a wetsuit is probably not the greatest idea when you’re having a bad time with body image. I’m already having a hard enough time focusing on anything, considering my sleep-deprived state, but this just gives me another reason to want to come home and get into pajamas.
Sometimes I just want to stop “holding it together” … I want to be able to fall apart and know that I’ll just come back together again, but that won’t happen. I could ramble on about this for a long time, but I have to go stare at my ceiling.
Have a happy Thursday.
“It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.”
(Well, that certainly explains a lot…)