… That’s where I’d like to be right about now.
Last night was interminable because I could not seem to stay asleep. If there is anything more frustrating than waking up every half hour, I don’t know what it is… so that didn’t make for a very auspicious start to the day. And, by the way? The pretty white snow, which was nice while it lasted, is no more.
Ew. And wellies + bunion = bad combination.
I found out why Petco no longer carries the medication that my silver dollar needs; it is due to the fact that people were using it. As in, for themselves. I think it is extremely unfair that my poor fish has to suffer and die because some people choose to get high off aquatic medication!! I have a crazy mind, but that never would have entered it. So the poor thing, which cannot swim because it has no fins or tail, is just doubled over and probably in agony. 😦
I did, however, get a couple of new fish:
Two brilliant rasbora… because I am so brilliant. Ha. I tried to get a photo of them in the tank, but they are too fast and my shutter speed is too slow.
Here’s last night’s manicure, the color of which coincidentally perfectly matches the sweatshirt I wore today.
About the sweatshirt… okay, verbal vomit up ahead. Some sweatshirts are more form-fitting than others, and this is one of those. It wasn’t the best day for me to wear it, because I was having a “fat day” from the start. What really sucks is that I know how to make that feeling go away — and continuing to eat like a pig, as I do, is not part of that particular strategy. It’s kind of hard to be proud or glad about following a meal plan when doing so makes me want to rip off my skin. Literally. But, oops, I don’t cut anymore, so that’s not an option. I seem to eliminate negative coping mechanisms but fail to replace them with positive ones, which basically leaves me with … nothing. I could go on and on and on and on in this vein, but that won’t make any difference, so I’ll just shut up about it.
Romaine, shrivelled delicata squash that spent too long in the microwave, tofu, and baby carrots. I was horrified to open the vegetable crisper yesterday and find that there was practically nothing in it. Hence the baby carrots. That, a rutabaga, and some garlic were the only items in there. (Yes, I know garlic should not be refrigerated. My mom won’t listen to me.)
Today’s adventure involved tracking down some vital wheat gluten, because I wanted to make seitan. I tried Whole Foods — they didn’t have it. Nor did they have any of the other things on my list. (Well, they did have zucchini, but I didn’t feel like paying $2.99 a pound for it.) I tried two other health food stores, and no luck. Then I decided to stop running from store to store and called another Whole Foods — they didn’t have it, either. I called another supermarket, and I was put on hold, then disconnected. When I called back, I was transferred to a guy who didn’t even speak English. “Vi- wh- ga- … no, we don’t have it.” How can you know that, if you’ve never even heard of it before?!
In the end, I called the health food store in my neighborhood, and they did have it. So, of course, when I went out on my walk during my lunch break, I randomly popped into a supermarket, and guess what I found? As a bonus, I got zucchini and baby portabella mushrooms too.
It was definitely interesting!! I found it to be very … chewy, almost rubbery. Is it supposed to be like that?! I think I’ve ingested enough protein today for three days, but I really do love the stats on vital wheat gluten, so I’m willing to keep at it.
The abovementioned phone encounter should explain somewhat why I dislike the phone. Lucky me, I actually got to experience phone joys twice today! My office phone rang, and the person on the other end was trying to reach Mr. P. Mr. P’s extension number does not even remotely resemble mine, but I’ve been getting calls for him ever since I’ve been working there, and so I made it my business to find out his number so that I can properly re-route people instead of having them yell at me because, oh my goodness, I am not a switchboard operator! Anyway, I told the caller that she had the wrong extension, she asked what the correct one was, I gave it to her, I hung up, end of story, right?
My phone rang again three seconds later. Same caller. “Excuse me! That was very rude! I wasn’t finished with you yet and you hung up on me! This is exactly why I want to talk to Mr. P — to tell him that the [people] there are very rude!” And she slammed down the phone. Uhhhh… you were saying? Hypocrisy at its finest. Gotta love that. Especially as she did it on purpose, whereas I didn’t. Whatever.
I really, really, really, really, really need to get some quality sleep. That’s what I’d do under my rock, if I only fit. (Sorry sorry. I hate to whine about my body image issues, but sometimes I just can’t help it.)
Enjoy your Tuesday.