Day 42
of the Three Day Detox
Yeah so anyway I finished the detox yesterday, everything was grand and I'd eaten fruit for two and a half days running and then we had a picnic and I ate some sandwiches and quiche and then a tiny cake and then rice and tofu and then I went to the pub for a pint and a glass of wine and then Griff and I went to Asda bought a load of crap and ate popcorn in my house. So the detox is probably negated but it was good while it lasted. I just can't be strict all the time, I'm too fond of myself.
I had an odd time last night and I don't know if it was my fault, and this morning I felt a bit low, but this afternoon Jen brought in her new baby so that was OK. I didn't hold him because I'm not insured but I looked and cooed.
Today was Murderer Day. Jake still doesn't talk but now Lewis loves me and won't shut up and doesn't understand our time boundaries. It's nearly end of term and I'm going to miss those little blighters. There's a cocktail afternoon (at work, not in the school) for all the volunteers where we will be presented with a 'small gift'. I've got every fibre of my being crossed that it's a terrible macaroni picture of Luke Skywalker wielding a lightsabre. If it is I'm going to stick it on my desk and pray to it.
I'm still in a weird mood. I promised to go to the gym but I think we all know that won't happen.
I think I've abandoned my stillborn dating idea. It's stupid and hurtful and I like my non-boyfriend and think the time would be better spent with him.
As Hayfever Guru, I can tell you that the weather promises to be good this weekend, folks. Go thou forth and purchse branded medicines, for I have said: it is good.
Yeah so anyway I finished the detox yesterday, everything was grand and I'd eaten fruit for two and a half days running and then we had a picnic and I ate some sandwiches and quiche and then a tiny cake and then rice and tofu and then I went to the pub for a pint and a glass of wine and then Griff and I went to Asda bought a load of crap and ate popcorn in my house. So the detox is probably negated but it was good while it lasted. I just can't be strict all the time, I'm too fond of myself.
I had an odd time last night and I don't know if it was my fault, and this morning I felt a bit low, but this afternoon Jen brought in her new baby so that was OK. I didn't hold him because I'm not insured but I looked and cooed.
Today was Murderer Day. Jake still doesn't talk but now Lewis loves me and won't shut up and doesn't understand our time boundaries. It's nearly end of term and I'm going to miss those little blighters. There's a cocktail afternoon (at work, not in the school) for all the volunteers where we will be presented with a 'small gift'. I've got every fibre of my being crossed that it's a terrible macaroni picture of Luke Skywalker wielding a lightsabre. If it is I'm going to stick it on my desk and pray to it.
I'm still in a weird mood. I promised to go to the gym but I think we all know that won't happen.
I think I've abandoned my stillborn dating idea. It's stupid and hurtful and I like my non-boyfriend and think the time would be better spent with him.
As Hayfever Guru, I can tell you that the weather promises to be good this weekend, folks. Go thou forth and purchse branded medicines, for I have said: it is good.
posted by Lucy at 4:56 pm
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