That is the pleco that vanished yesterday. (Yes, I made up a word. Poetic [bloggic?] license!) This morning, I called my mom to ask her something, and my dad picked up the phone and told me that he was sure the pleco had jumped out the back of the tank, and that I should look for it. It isn’t possible, because there’s a small gap between the tank and the filter that a pleco did once use to “escape,” and we’ve since covered that with a grille. But anyway … I have no idea where it was hiding yesterday, but it’s back now! Saves me a trip to Petco tomorrow, which is good, because I have no time for that.
Tried the Exotic Coconut Almond Bora Bora bar today — the one I really didn’t want to try, because I hate coconut.
As expected, I didn’t enjoy this very much. I still ate it, but I wouldn’t buy it. I don’t know whether this is due to the coconut, but it also felt like it had a bit of a greasy sheen to it. Definitely my least favorite!
If I eat bird food, can’t I eat baby food too?
…it’s pink! I definitely wasn’t expecting that.
Look at what I found in Whole Foods today:
Soy milk to accompany me on my trip! And randomly, this new almond milk I’ve never even seen before… has anyone tried this? I hope it isn’t nasty-tasting like Almond Breeze! I also have a carton of Pacific Foods almond milk to try, so maybe I’ll eventually come up with a winner.
There is only one bag of fetus carrots left in my crisper! This was the second-last bag:
I was wondering whether I could eat raw zucchini like that. Apparently I can. And I’m almost done with the pile of hommus, too… we’re making major headway, here. ;p
Because I am desperately going to miss my vegetables next week, I need a massive overdose today. I’m sure you can trust that when I say it was an enormous pile, it was an enormous pile.
So… today I got some rather distressing news. My office is moving. We don’t know when, or where, and I am freaking out over it. I chose my school based on its proximity to my office; my gym is nearby; I like working in this area. They do own a building next door, so I’m hoping that if we have to move, it’s there; but I still wouldn’t like that, because that building is filled with cubicles with hip-high walls. Meaning everyone can see everything everyone else is doing. Here, I have my own four walls, I have privacy… I don’t want to give that up! I hate that we’ve only been given bits and pieces of information, because now I’m all anxious over it and it’s so stupid — nothing is going to change because of my worrying! Ugh.
This is kind of all over the place, and totally random, but it’s just on my mind because I saw my therapist today… I really, really, really, really want to move out. (Or should I say “need”?!) I also would prefer to have my own space, but that’s kind of financially impossible around here… especially with my tuition bill. So I’m not sure what to do… do I stick it out at home for another year and a half until I finish my degree, and then just use that money for rent; or do I just suck it up and get a roommate, even though I really don’t want that? Such a pain.
What’s a day without some ego-pumping?
Steaz tells me things that sounds like lies, though.
Hmm. Just not feelin’ it.
There is currently a huge, and growing, pile of food on my couch. I think that I am going to have to take a separate suitcase just for that, which is annoying because every additional piece of luggage is potentially a few more minutes at the baggage carousel! It is such a royal pain to have to take food with me everywhere I go. Especially because when I go on vacation to relax, it feels like I’m just sitting around all day (even if I’m not), and then I think that I don’t need to eat as much as I usually do because I’m being less active. Granted, math was never my strong point, but that equation seems to me to make perfect sense!
As I say every time I go somewhere: I hate packing. Considering that I’ve taken several diving trips by now, you’d think I would have this down to a science and know what to pack! I guess I do, but I’m still nervous that I’d forget something… just stress-inducing. Argh. Anyone want to pack for me?! I promise to reciprocate the favor, because I’m great at packing for other people. :p
It would probably be smart to at least attempt to make some progress in the packing area, since if I don’t do it tonight, I won’t have time / be able to do it until Saturday night, and obviously, I prefer not to be a last-minute person. But I am a grandma, and I am exhausted even though it isn’t even 10.00 PM yet, so I suppose I will just go to bed… and hope this lingering anxiety dissipates overnight.
Have a great weekend!