May 13, 2002 :: 8:00 p.m.
and then there were two
I just went to take my pill and it popped off into oblivion somewhere. Seriously. I broke the little foil backing and tried to grab for it, but it wasn't there. I think it fell out on the floor or into my purse or something, but I looked and couldn't find it. So I took Saturday's pill instead. Note to self: When at the gynecologist's office on Wednesday, see if you can score a few packs for free. Otherwise, go to Giant on Friday and pick up the next pack early.
This morning with Adam was delightful. He made lemon bars - I've never had them before. YUM. I wanted to eat the whole sheet of them for breakfast. I have four in my possession, and you better believe that I'll be hoarding them like gold nuggets. Sure, I could always just buy a mix and make some of my own, but... no. I don't trust myself. I'd do exactly what I wanted to do this morning and eat all of them before they even cooled down, and that would be a serious diet no-no. Speaking of that, there was carrot cake at work today and I'm proud to inform you that I didn't eat any. It's a miracle, really. Walking on water can't even compare to a fat girl with an affinity for icing resisting those delectable slices. No jokes.
I feel like taking a bath. Maybe I will - put on some headphones and read and just soak for a while. Or maybe I'll just put on my comfy orgasm pants and curl up in bed with some tea; either one sounds kind of nice. Joe's on his date with Stewart as I write this, so he's going to call me later and give me all the details. Heh. Gossiping with my gay man. It used to be that I had a female friend (Amanda), a male friend (Adam), and a homosexual fried that served as a nice mixture of both (Joe) - you know, someone who can change my flat tire and let me borrow some eyeliner. Now that Amanda seems to have shunned me like a case of crab lice, I'm left female friend-less. I have no one to go fun-socks-and-underwear shopping with, no one to see stupid, goofy chick flicks with, no one to eat egg rolls and mozzarella sticks and watch the Grammys with. It's sad, really. I miss her, but she apparently wants nothing to do with me. I've emailed her three times in the past two days or so, and I got one terse response, basically saying "yes, there is a reason I don't want to be around you, but I'm not going into it. I have off on such and such days, but I could really care less if we never see each other again." It didn't say that, exactly, but that's how it made me feel, I guess.
*sigh* I'm down to two friends. Am I really that disagreeable?
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