usmcsis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- let's do the humpty dance i've been trying to add an entry for a couple of hours now but i keep getting andrew's lovely you-aren't-special-enough-to-update-right-now-fuck-off message. i love diaryland, i truly do. and i have no plans to defect like a lot of other peeps have been doing. (i don't mean you fal) in my random reading journys i tend to come across a lot of "goodbye" and "kiss my ass dland" entries. but for all the people going elsewhere, there are hundreds of new diaries popping up. anyway, so i'm not planning to go anywhere, i usually don't have a problem updating because i tend to do it rather late at night. but every once in a while i do and while it irks the shit out of me, i'll live. but what really does piss me off about dland is this. i sent an email to andrew's help at diaryland dot com email addy like three fucking weeks ago about an issue i was having and i have yet to hear back from him. bite me dude, that's just messed up. but, once again, i'll live. so i went a little bit nuts with the rings again tonight and i'll be adding about twenty or so more rings to my pages in the next day or two. i just can't help myself. i love all the little pictures and cute sayings and stuff. i like clutter, in my home and on my website, what can i say? so work is going well. i'm off tomorrow, i work friday and i'm off for the weekend. good times. i worked late last night helping out on the salesfloor, i can't remember if i told ya'll that or not. anyway, so i got in this morning and had several thank you's from team members on the bulletin board thanking me for staying and helping out. that was nice. it's always nice when someone notices you. my mom's gastrointestinal doctor told her the other day that after fifty-one years her digestive tract has suddenly decided to boycott all carbohydrates. for some reason her body isn't breaking them down properly and it has been making her very sick. they did a bunch of tests last month and had to rule out cancer and all this other stuff and in the end (ha) it came down to the fact that her body can no longer deal with carbs. so he told her to start the south beach diet asap. earlier tonight i got online and put the sbd book on hold at the library so i can go down there tomorrow and check it out for her. i want to read it too. of course, she'll be more likely to follow it if i read the damn book and then handle all of the food preperation and shopping anyway. for the most part, i think i am going to take over the food preperation in the house anyway. i think working in the food service industry is a curse for people with ocd. really. it's a bad thing. last week i researched my favorite restraunts online to read their health department reports. there are now several places i will never eat again. i spent forty-five minutes scrubbing the electric can opener in the kitchen last week. yes, you read that correctly, forty-five minutes. the can opener is a breeding ground for ickyness. i am tempted to start dating food with expiration dates when it goes in the fridge. my folks are both notorious about putting food in the fridge and leaving it there until the smell of rotting vegetable and/or animal matter is so strong you have to squirt vapor rub up your nose to handle going in and cleaning it out. okay, that was a pretty gross exaggeration. it never gets that bad. but it does smell on occasion. and you do tend to find stuff with fuzz growing on it in the way way back of the bottom shelf. so, yeah, i can't stand it. i have been brainwashed by target and the health department to clean out my fridge and freezer and pantry on a daily friggin basis. i think i may sneak in there with a magic marker tomorrow. if i start with the pantry and work my way up i can probably tackle it without the folks thinking i'm totally nuts. and i need to buy a thermometer or two also. so i can make sure i am cooking everything to the proper temps. i know i know, i need help. i'm working on it i promise. anyway, so i'm finally back to seeing cathy tomorrow. thank god. i haven't been able to see her for a month now due to my schedule at work being all jacked up, my car blowing up and so on and so forth. so tomorrow i have a session and i don't know how in the world i am supposed to get through telling her about the past month in forty-five minutes. and i finally made an appointment to go see this psychiatrist that cathy recommended to me. and no, it's not because i'm all nuts or anything. it's because she is just a counselor ergo she can not prescribe medication. my regualr doctor is a gp ergo he is not specialized in the field of antidepressants. so it's off to the head shrinker to hopefully get on an antidepressant that will do me a bit better than effexor has. cathy is big on her prescribing me a sleeping pill too but i'm still wary on that one. i made the appointment yesterday but the first available date they had was in fucking november! so i have time to think it over. well, it's midnight now and i've been at this long enough. i am actually tired, which surprises me when you consider that i went to sleep after i got home from work and slept for close to four hours. usually that would mean i'd be up until four or five in the morning. of course i still could be up until four or five in the morning. yeah, i'm definitely going to have to think about the sleeping pill thing. oh, i almost forgot. in the past couple of weeks with the stress of work and the car and my dad's health issues i have been drinking mt dew like it's been going out of style. like it was being banned tomorrow or something. so tonight when i woke up from my "nap" i had a killer headache because i had absolutely zero caffiene today. i drank over a gallon of water today. i have been feeling very dehydrated lately and of course the more soda i drink the more water i lose because soda is filled with sodium. so anyway, my head was killing me so i did break down and go to the store and buy a can of the dew to take the edge off but i'm right damn proud of myself. i have to get back to my cholesterol diet. i have been really really horrible at it the past few weeks and i kind of look at it like this, if jermaine, my friggin boss, not to mention several other people at work, are taking the time and effort to help me out then i damn sure need to put forth some effort. it is so nice and so sweet that they are helping me like this. it really shows me that they care about me. it is definitely an ego boost for me. and it makes me want to do well to prove to them that i can and to thank them for their support. so, anyway, dew = bad, water = good, and lots of exercise walking back and forth to the bathroom because apparently i have a bladder the size of a nickel. toodles 11:24 pm - 22 Sep 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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