Written to my babe...
So, I got here, and I felt all warm and cozy and lovey and just good in general. I'm in ketosis, drinking my water and feeling like I'm losing weight for the day. Life is good.
Then I have to change the water bottle on the cooler, and the little tab that is used to remove the cap snaps off in my hand. I have to finagle it open with a pair of scissors, and it's a pain. Then someone buzzes to be let in the door. Not just a nice little buzz, but a long, drawn out, annoying, "I'mGonnaBuzzForFortyFiveWholeSecondsJustLayingOnThatButton
AsThoughThatMakesTheDoorOpenFasterAndI'llStayHere
UntilSomeoneComesToLetMeIn" sort of buzz. UGH! UGH! UGH!!! Mood ruined!
Then I went and layed some nice beefy cable. Oh, so girlie like you say.
And now I've finally got all my stuff out for the day and I don't want to do any of it.
Back in the carb days, this is when I would go get something from the vending machine. Maybe I'll go get my CD's from my car and make myself feel better that way.
Or, think about things to do at home... I need to write that check and mail it. I need to do laundry. I need to pick up the couch and put those sheets away. The cats don't really need that many lollies - I think I could select a few to keep and remove the rest of them. I need to roll the cat box. Dishes need to be washed. Bills need to be filed. Benefits stuff needs to be organized and filed. Those pictures need to be hung in the office if that's what we're doing with them, otherwise, they need to get packed in a box. I need to take my wedding dress to a cleaners and have it packed away. I need to take all that wedding stuff out, organize it nicely, throw out what I don't really want to keep, and file it all away. It would be nice to have new boxes, go through all the stuff in that closet and repack it all - or throw out stuff. OH! And what about under the bed? I've never been through that stuff. And today is Wednesday, which means tomorrow is Thursday, which means that we'll most likely have softball practice tomorrow at 5pm. Either I need to give up the team, or I need to get involved more.
Kevin just called about work stuff. I answered his questions then asked him if he was having fun (working on what he was working on). "Oh, yea," he said, "lots of fun."
I just feel so squishy. Just push me, mold me, stick me in a box. I could just ooze out of the chair, onto the floor and down the drain if there was one. Or, maybe like a marshmallow. Just stuff me somewhere, but don't expect me to do anything. Just fold me up and put me somewhere out of the way.
I have a string cheese in the fridge - maybe that will perk me up. And I'll go get the CDs. And drink my water.
I love you babe. Hope you're having a better, more productive, day than I am.
Love you
