Dawn's Digression.

Hook up the feedbag

I am so hungry. My stomach has been growling all day. I just want it to stop! I've been craving mexican food like there's no tomorrow. Last night I had Taco Cabana on the way home. All I really wanted was chips and salsa, but there isn't a convenient store on my way home. And what is with that, anyway? How can there not be grocery store on 635 between Luna and Preston? Someone is missing out on some cash. I can tell you that much. I had Taco Bell twice this weekend. I'm going out to happy hour with friends on Thursday, and we're going to On The Border. Argh. Why am I so hungry right now?
And, I've been looking at people thinner than me and thinking I wanna be like that. Okay, so first things first. Watch what you eat. Okay. Exercise. Okay. It's just that whole getting started thing. I'm not so good at that. I also have no self control when it comes to food. But yesterday I was SO bad. First I stopped and got breakfast on the way in. Then I had Chick-Fil-A for lunch. Taco Cabana for dinner. Geez! Maybe it's hormones. Because I've been a little emotional lately, too. Maybe I should watch Beaches or Little Women or something and just cry it all out. Maybe then I'd be okay.
I'm a bad girl and didn't go to band practice last night. Shame on me. I felt really bad for not going, but I was just tired. Tired. And I've been kinda introspective, and when I'm like that, I don't crave company all that much. I wanted to be alone.

The good news

I slept a full night last night. Yee-haw! I took my sleeping pill about 9:15, but was still completely coherent at 11. That never happens, usually I'm baring my soul and hallucinating if I'm still awake at that point. But I did fall asleep. And I did NOT want to get up this morning. The cats got pissed off and put back their ears when I left today. Bad mommy. I really hate leaving those kids all the time. They break my heart.

Like a Mug.

I was listening to Kidd Kraddick yesterday and Big Al said 'Like a mug'. I burst out laughing. I used to say that all the time. "Man, it's cold like a mug!" Jennifer, who sits next to me at work has never heard of this phrase.