Before I start blathering and forget to mention this: If you are using WordPress, I can’t comment on your blog!! I noticed this on Stef’s, Sophia’s, and Debbie’s blogs. Heaven only knows how many others I thought I commented on and they just didn’t show up! I’m not trying to ignore anyone, but WordPress just hates me.
I believe I got a grand total of one and a half hours of sleep last night. I could have cried, I wanted to sleep so badly… but taking double the maximum recommended dose of Excedrin Migraine, plus two bottles of diet Snapple iced tea in a couple of hours, apparently just adds up to WAY too much caffeine. Around 4.00 AM I finally took a Benadryl in the hopes that it would knock me out. Which it did. An hour later. The worst part of this is that it will really hit me tomorrow; sleep deprivation seems to affect me with twenty-four-hour time lag. Ugh. I don’t want to go back to work.
I may be sort of approaching a resolution to the Great Cottage Cheese Quandary! While I still don’t think I’d say I like cottage cheese, this was definitely more bearable than eating it straight-up. First off, I had my nifty little gadget.
Anyway, I “pureed” the cottage cheese with lemon juice (which I think was totally unnecessary!), cinnamon and Splenda. The pureeing got rid of that vomity texture; and the Splenda got rid of some of the acridity, I guess it is! It’s odd, because I generally love salt. But I digress. I spread it on whole wheat toast, and topped it with some of the raspberries I bought yesterday. And even more Splenda, because it just needed to be sweeter!!
I guess in lieu of the retail therapy which I did not have yesterday, I and my residual migraine (RAWWWR!) bought a skirt today…
I paid eight dollars for this… how awesome is that?! And it’s stretch denim, which I like so much more. Seriously, I don’t know how many jean skirts I need, but DEFINITELY not as many as I have!! Oh, well.
After that purchase, I went to Target… the haul:
I’d like to state for the record that the Mega Bloks truck in the back is NOT MINE. :p It’s a birthday present for one of my nephews. (The almonds aren’t for me, either… those are for my dad. Cholesterol-lowering properties.) And since Kashi was on sale, I think I went a little nuts. Here’s the thing, though… most of the Kashi cereals scare the crap out of me, because they’re higher-calorie than the cereals I would normally eat. But logic actually managed to pervade for once in my life, and I realized that if I can manage to eat half a cup of granola and not cause the world to implode, then it certainly won’t cause the end of civilization if I have the same caloric amount in a cup of cereal. Considering that fears are irrational things in general, this doesn’t completely settle me, but I guess it’s better than nothing.
On this general topic, I’ve sort of managed to ignore the fact that it is coming, but I think it’s time for me to face reality. Shavuos is coming, and it is coming SOON. Like, on Thursday night. I’m not so bothered by the cheesecake aspect of things, because I don’t like cheesecake — I never did. Because my mom is still feeling sort of out of it, none of my siblings are coming over, so I don’t have to be anxious about that part either. I think I’m just so pre-programmed to panic at the approach of a holiday that it happens semi-automatically. Actually, I DO have a specific “grievance.” Because it’s summertime (well, almost!) and sunset is later, we don’t get around to eating at night until well after 9.00. Eating late terrifies me. It doesn’t matter how many times people try to explain that it doesn’t matter WHEN you eat, really… it still scares me to death and I don’t know why, and every single Friday night in summer I have a mini heart attack because of it. This is one thing that is just not going to go away, and I need to learn to live / deal with it… but how can I do that when the people around me, who know how I feel about it, just tell me that I should “get over it” and learn that “life is not always going to work out the way you’d like” and other such platitudes? I know that. It doesn’t help me feel any better!
I did go to my sister’s house (because she has a full-size dairy oven, and we don’t) to bake a blueberry swirl cheesecake for Shavuos. Supposedly, blueberries help lower cholesterol, so my dad is big on them. (My fault, as I’m the one who told him that!) So I made blueberry pie filling from scratch, since I had some frozen blueberries to use up before they totally solidified into one huge chunk, and swirled it into the cheesecake batter. It actually turned out sort of pretty! I can’t wait to cut into it and see what the inside looks like. If it’s not marbleized, I will be very aggrieved. :p
Have I mentioned that I REALLY don’t want to go back to work tomorrow?! (Rhetorical question.) I’ve been neglectful of noting my feelings, so I will say now that I feel apprehensive about heading back to work. I don’t really know why, except for the possibility that I am going to be falling on my face with exhaustion. And as much as I am a bitch in general, I can get really cranky and snappish when I’m sleep-deprived. Oh, dear.