Seamstress, yesterday at noon: It’s ready. You can come pick it up after 4.00.
Seamstress, yesterday at 5.30: Oh, can you come back in an hour?
Mom: I thought you said it was ready!
Seamstress: I forgot to include the “almost.”
We went back today. This…
…has turned into this.
My mom is all annoyed because she thinks it’s still too short. Quite frankly, I couldn’t possibly care less than I do. And this picture was taken before I left the seamstress’ place; my room is not that big of a disaster zone!
Instead of going to see my therapist this week, we had a phone session. I quite liked that, even though I hate the phone, because that gave me time to go and spend some more money unnecessarily… eh, okay, it isn’t entirely unnecessary. My poor feet were in agonizing, excruciating pain from those stupid wellies; I wanted to buy Hunter wellies a while back, because I figured that if I didn’t get a “knockoff” version, it might actually be more comfortable. But I fall between sizes, and so I couldn’t get those. I bought these instead. Don’t ask me what’s up with those studs, because I haven’t got a clue; all I care about is that they seem to be more comfortable than the (three) pairs I already own.
If I had to summarize it, I’d say half of the aforementioned phone session was spent on the “I will not take drugs” issue. I’m tempted to say that I’ll do it, then just not do it but let her think I am, and then I will watch the reverse placebo effect at work. That would be rather interesting.
The other half of the session was spent on dissecting why I hate it so very much when the holidays bring around foods that I hate to have around. I figured out why it annoys me so much: I never really have to worry about eating “too much” of something, because I hate leftovers, and since I just cook for myself, I only ever make one portion at a time. I’m not used to having such huge amounts in front of my face. Just the situation alone makes me feel out of control, without my even doing anything.
After Saturday, this interminable month of holidays will… well, terminate. Finally. But first I have to get through the hell of tonight and tomorrow night. It’s not a big secret that (to put it mildly!) I do not like to eat late at night. Granted, I’m not as bad as I used to be — I might not be happy about it, but I won’t descend into a full-blown panic attack. However, I have my limits, and I’m sorry, but eating at midnight is just not in the cards for me. While skipping the meal altogether is a lovely idea, I am just going to come home earlier than everyone else and eat on my own. (Then I get to feel disgusted for that, too. I tell you, I am impossible.) My parents are not very pleased with this plan, needless to say.
Which is really just too bad.
I know I said we’re going to be trying darker chocolate, but this was on sale, so I just bought one… my brother would like it.
I guess the 99% would look like this, too, because this is baking chocolate. It was impossible to break; I barely managed to crack off these two squares, and then I just gave up and shaved off a small piece with the knife.
Not bad, but too sweet for me. I like it dark!
And as a lovely little segue into the topic of “dark chocolate,” here’s a new frozen novelty.
Coconut Bliss dark chocolate bars. Too much coconut, not enough chocolate!
Something else that was “too much”?
I went way overboard on the spices here. The hot sauce didn’t help matters any! But it was g-o-o-d. 😉
Oh, and of course I had to go to Petco to replace my dead fish. Which I carried around all day in a water bottle. And in order to get it into the water bottle, I had to pick it up by the tail and drop it in. Which was kind of gross.
Way back when I first started my aquarium, I had a blue gourami. That was before I realized how traumatic it is to get attached to your fish… I was very, very sad when that gourami died, and so I haven’t had one since. (Well, I also don’t like their “whiskers.” But I figured that if I have angelfish with massive whiskers, I can live with this.)
There is, unsurprisingly, a huge mountain of reading I need to do for school. Except that the book I really need — because I have to read it by Monday — is still “in transit,” and has been for a few weeks. I guess that won’t be happening, then. I’m telling you, I am getting an ulcer because of all this school stress. And I’m averaging around four hours of sleep a night, if I’m lucky. My therapist tells me to “let it go,” but, um, if I knew how to just “let it go,” don’t you think I’d do that?!
Instead, I will go prepare for the holiday of doom. Oh, and going to synagogue should be really fun now, considering I look like I walked into a pole — there is a massive mosquito bite on my forehead. Whee!
Have a great weekend.
“When you have to make a choice and don’t make it, that is in itself a choice.”