Sunday

Well, I’m starving.  It feels like to death.

Have been fasting since yesterday morning.  Because I have a yucky test to go through on Monday morning.

Can’t hardly wait to chew something.  All I think about is food.

Tea, jello, and broth, with a couple of cups of coffee thrown in for two days!

I know I’m whining, but I can’t help it.  Hopefully, I’ll have an appetite once this test is over with.  Because Tim Horton’s here I come.  Looking forward to an egg and sausage biscuit with a large coffee — two creams one sugar — thank you very much!

I know it is very shallow of me to complain about being hungry for a mere two days (especially when I’ve got lots of stuff to drink — I’m not going to fade away to nothing in 48 hours, after all)but boy, oh, boy does being this hungry ever make you feel powerless and weak.  It’s a bit sobering, actually.

It’s been a quiet weekend here at Casa Larson.  Tim went to his brother’s to help work on his garage.  (No my deck is still not finished.  He promises it will be, though.)  I asked the kids to stay away this weekend as I knew I wouldn’t be good company.  Also, I wouldn’t feel like cooking when I can’t have anything.  Selfish, I know.

So, I’ve spent time cleaning up my office, thinking about what I can write about for NaNoWriMo, purging files on my computer, thinking about what I can write about for NaNoWriMo, playing Solitaire on the computer, thinking about what I can write about for NaNoWriMo, watched the Music Man and part of Edward Scissorhands, thought  about what I can write about for NaNoWriMo, played Mah Jongg on the computer, thought about what I can write about for NaNoWriMo, complained to an empty house about being hungry, thought about what I can write about for NaNoWriMo, and so it has gone.

I still don’t have an idea yet.  Starting to wonder what I’m going to do come Tuesday morning.

I guess I’ll just keep thinking.