Sweet

I might need one of these.

Venting

Ugh. I'm so tired my eyes are watering. This is my third day working on an extremely skeletal accumulation of actual sleep hours. All I can manage to do today is scroll through the reality recaps on tvgasm stopping only to glance at the pictures and maybe, just maybe, read over the photo captions. I just rambled on to some PR lady about our editorial calendar for 20 minutes. I think she was relieved to get me off the phone -- and she called me. I really don't have much else to write about. I'm tired, I feel crappy, and I really have to workout when I get home because alas, my plan to do that last night was foiled by a f-ing 1 1/2 hour EL ride home. That's right 90 minutes stuck on a train that smells like urine with a bratty child looking out the window every five seconds stating "Day-ang", and then randomly clapping his hands. At first he was cute, but as in all scenarios that involve me and children, I grew tired of his comments in about one minute. Two tops.

Porquoi?

Is it abnormal that I have no desire to hold a baby?

Reading Rainbow

I have this overwhelming urge to be on my couch reading a book right now. More specifically, the Eudora Welty short story collection, "A Curtain of Green", that I've been digging for the past couple of weeks. I'd forgotten how much I love Welty's short stories. I remember back in high school I had to read "A Delta Wedding" as a part of my summer reading list in English class. I hated it. Hated. Of course I was a snobby brat of a teenager mostly interested in reading Glamour while spending close to 7 hours a day baking myself in the sun only taking a break at noon for Days of Our Lives*. For the most part, my vivid recollection of the novel was that the wedding sequence only lasted for about a paragraph out of 300 pages or something and the bridesmaids in the wedding wore a rainbow of pastel colored dresses, something which Rebekah L. would copy in her straight-out-of-high-school wedding, the outcome of which ended with the couple living in a trailer in the front yard of the bride's parents home in rural north Louisiana. I've never given Delta Wedding a second chance, but in college I was introduced to Welty again in the form of short story, particularly, "Petrified Man," which I found incredible at the time. I wrote my term paper on that, along with a few selections from Miss Flannery O'Connor and Mr. Faulkner. I reread Petrified Man the other night, and found just as amusing and intriguing as the first time. So far I've only read three other stories in this collection, and I've enjoyed all of them. I can't wait to read more and today would be the perfect day. It's cloudy and rainy outside and I'm a little lethargic from having just polished off a grilled cheese with avocado and tomato. Anyway, maybe after I finish this book I'll consider giving Delta Wedding a second chance, but I don't know, the real life version still haunts me a little.

*Stefano = greatest soap opera villain of all time.

100 calorie pack my ass

I was warned that the sleeping pill would make me hungry. Now, as I sit here throwing popcorn at my face, and by default onto the floor and all over my desk, I am convinced that the warning was legit.

Run down of today's food intake:
8:30 a.m. 1 Large bowl of Kashi & soy milk
9:45 a.m. 1 Large cup coffee with sugar & soy milk
11 a.m. Snyder's Peanut Butter filled pretzels, many
noon Amy's bean & cheese burrito, 1 can diet Pepsi
12:45 p.m. 1 medium sized Peach
1:30 p.m. 1 Edy's Strawberry popsicle
2:15 p.m. Various chocolate candy pieces including chocolate covered almonds, sunflower seeds and peanuts
3:15 p.m. Handful of regular almonds
3:30 p.m. Another handful of almonds
4: 15 p.m. 1 Bag of popcorn

I am out of control.