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today the glitterbomber is... today the glitterbomber is... 2004-09-23 {$d_entry}
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2004-09-20 i’m home sick today. i threw up a bunch of times this morning, so i thought it best to take it easy today. i don’t quite know what’s going on with my tummy. i usually feel nauseous on the days when i get up at 5 AM, but it’s not normally this bad. it might be exacerbated by my lack of sleep last night. i had insomnia, which is a rare and frustrating experience for me. i don’t think i’m going to puke again today, thank god. i’ll say it before, and i’ll say it again: there are few things i find worse in this world than throwing up, especially when the only thing in my stomach is (was) a cup of earl grey tea. yech. i hope i don’t get too bored today. it’s days like this when i wish i had cable, or at least a new book to read. i don’t even have the car. at least bill will be home in about six hours, so he can entertain me. i may have lost some of my ability to entertain myself. as soon as he comes home, i pounce on him like a kitten and beg to be amused. all the rain we had on friday caused a lot of bad flooding in our region. my neighborhood wasn’t affected much, but some places really got hit hard. it’s been all over the news all weekend, and while i feel bad for those affected, i am getting tired of it because i have a short attention span for most things. we were warned not to leave our homes friday night, but bill and i went out to dinner anyway. we had plans to go to a yummy middle eastern restaurant, and nothing could stop me from having hummus to satisfy a weeks-long craving. i feel as if i’ve been eating out a lot lately. katrina and i went out for thai food on saturday, as well. maybe i better curb going to restaurants this week. eating out adds up fast, though i do love it so. there’s just something about sitting down and saying “i’ll have that, please” and having someone else do all the rest. i bought some new clothes for fall on saturday. i thought they would make me all excited about having some new things to wear, but i am strangely neutral. perhaps i am still resisting the approach of fall. i enjoy fall—pretty leaves, pumpkins, hot cocoa, cuddly sweaters—but i don’t want the accompanying drop in temperature. (though sweaters in 80 degree heat aren’t quite so cuddly.) who knows. i’m sure i’ll be more content when i get to wear my new togs. i do have to take back one of the sweaters because it accentuates certain features that perhaps should not be accentuated on a woman with my, um, assets. i had my doubts when i bought it, but i went ahead anyway because i fell in love with it. however, when i tires it on at home and asked bill’s opinion, he said, “you’re not wearing that to work, are you?” while keeping his eyes fixed on my chest. so that sealed the deal. it’s perfectly okay if my husband wants to stare at me like that—in fact, i encourage it—but the rest of the world shouldn’t get that honor. whether they want to or not. while i was out saturday night, some jerk in an SUV yelled, “nice boobs!” out at me. i shot back, “thanks. my husband thinks they’re pretty great, too,” but i don’t think Jerk heard me. too dab i finally have a decent comeback, and it’s lost. it my not surprise you to learn that i think i have a weird obsession with my breasts. i think i’m either always talking, thinking about, or touching them. so i apologize for the intimate diaryland today. it’ll probably happen again. (i’m sure some folks will get led here via some interesting google searches.) *** “dave matthews. now there’s a guy i’d like to punch in the face.” -bill |
