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.