and this is how i know....
• i am sick to death of the food channel* - and the amazing overt sexualization of said food. for crying out loud, i hadn't realized that i now need to buy plunging necklines and a push up bra along with my chicken stock and dutch process cocoa....
• and speaking of that dutch chocolate.... enough with the valentine's day crap already.
• my appetite is back and i am not interested in eating as well as i was hoping i would. we went to trader joe's yesterday and the chocolate covered pretzels are almost gone. i didn't even realize i liked chocolate covered pretzels...
• i took a shower, before 8am!!, and dressed in real clothes. ok, not fancy clothes, but real ones nonetheless, and that included a bra. not a push up bra however... see above.
• i am feeling guilty for all the waiting on me my mom has been doing....
• i am a tiny bit bored....
still looking for the lightening bolt of crafty creativity... it seems i am going to have to work at that with some conscious effort and not just hope it drops into my lap. i knew that, of course, but.... dammit. so tomorrow, i am going to work my way home, the long way. will spend a couple days with my sister and her fiance, hanging out and drinking some wine - because i am off the vicodin - and i want to.... and then home to resume my regularly scheduled programming. back to work again by the end of next week. i think that is doable, and it gives me time to start on some pigs...
i know, the pigs are going to be making a reappearance soon, excellent news, right?
* i don't have cable at home, only what the rabbit ears can grab out of the air - i know, kind of a luddite in that regard, but it keeps me off the far end of the sofa - for the most part....
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