May 25, 2002 :: 9:40 a.m.
have you seen my baseball?
Ugh. I got up at 8:30 this morning. On a Saturday. When I do not work. How disgustingly cruel. But alas, I couldn't go back to sleep, so I came out to get some breakfast. Oatmeal with raisins - yum. And it's idiot-proof too, right? You put the oatmeal in a bowl with some water, nuke it for a minute, throw in some raisins, and voila! Easy, yes, but apparently I transcend the paltry mortal boundaries of "idiot" and rise to the higher, more ethereal form commonly known as "dribbling imbecile." First, I put too much water in the bowl, so after a minute it was still liquidy. I figured that I'd just leave it in for another minute or so and all would be well. Seems logical, but I made the mistake of walking away from the microwave, at which point the bowl decided to belch its contents onto the glass spinny tray instead of merely firming up like I'd planned. Grrr. But I still wanted oatmeal, so I cleaned out the microwave and tried again. Much less water this time. After a minute, it was perfecto, needing only a bit of vanilla soy milk and the raisins to make it as sinfully delicious as oatmeal can get. With that done, I picked up my bowl and took
two steps toward the living room. CRASH! The bowl leaped from my hands and landed on the floor, cracking in half and spilling oatmeal fucking
everywhere.
I was obviously not meant to have my oatmeal this morning. I had Lucky Charms instead, and I guess they were approved by the deities because their crunchy, marshmallowy goodness went off without a hitch. *sigh* Damn the celestial man/woman.
I'm on the rag. Just so you know. It started last night, effectively putting a stop to my plans for a marathon game of "baseball." Heh. Adam's so goofy; I love him because he can always cheer me up. I mean, I love him for a bazillion other reasons too, but that one was most prominent last night. Ah. Going into saccharine girl-in-love mode, must change subject.
Ooh, I bought a new cookbook last night. I also bought a regular book to read when I'm done with The Joy Luck Club, but I'm more excited for the cookbook at the moment. I don't know why, but they just make me all giddy. It's not like I'm a big cooker or anything. I like to cook, but it's kind of pointless to do it just for me. I mean, I don't really care what I eat. I'm just as happy to eat cereal or a grilled cheese for dinner as I am to have pasta or a stir-fry or something. I don't know. I think Joe and I are going to take lunch back on the trail on Monday, so maybe I'll make pasta salad or some such portable thing. Mmm, I'm looking through this book and it's making me hungry.
I was going to complain about the fact that I've been pretty good about my eating and exercising, but when I weighed myself this morning I found that the number hasn't budged. Grr. I figure that being all bleeding and crampy and stuff may have something to do with it, so I'm going to spare you (and me) the bitching and just be glad I didn't gain anything. Today is the start of a new week (diet-wise), after all.
I have no idea what I'm going to do today. Maybe see if Amanda's free, or go to Sal's, or go visit Adam at work, or lay around and read my cookbook. Hmm, so many choices. I'll update later with all the exciting details. Woooo.
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