this post is going to be complete and total utter rubbish. it's 1.56am, exactly 56 minutes past my usual self inflicted bed time. Only time i break this rule on a week night is for boyfriends or very very very very serious dramas (like when i locked my keys in the car with the pizza INSIDE and the RACV man took his sweet arse time)
i'm sleepy but i'm not. i really wish tomorrow was Saturday so i wouldn't have to be stressing right now that i'm going to be a babbling moron at work tomorrow due to sleep deprivation.
i lay in bed at, what? maybe 11.30. uploaded some pics onto facebook while simultaneously reading Bridget Jones the edge of reason (we'll get into that later). So bored and not tired I even reinstated my speeddate account (shit, am writing this post in wrong blog if going to start talking about dating... double shit, sound like Helen Fielding, fuck Bridget Jones). anyway - lunatics, absolute lunatics on that thing, but it's kinda cool that you can do it from FB. what the fuck am i even talking about, i'm so tired but not.
1.37 - i was closing my laptop, turning off my lamp... heard stomach grumble. Stupid part of brain convinced the rest of my body that i wouldn't be able to sleep if i was hungry, despite the fact that i had more than a decent amount of vegetarian nasi goreng with oyster sauce for dinner. got up, and ate the following:
-half a loaf of italian bread
-a can of chilli tuna
-green tomatoes, pickled
-eggplants, pickled
-an entire mini tub of philadelphia
truth be told, after the first 5 mouthfuls i was totally satisfied. but in my stupid BJ (oh jesus christ, i was going to refer to Bridget Jones as that, now there's another meaning for my blow job acronym) mood i ate myself to the point where i'm now sitting in my bed thinking about vomiting onto my futon.
it's all my co-worker's fault. she told me a few days ago that she loves going to sleep on a full stomach, helps her sleep. must have been in the back of my mind when i decided to eat myself to death.
strangely - don't feel guilty about overeating anymore. ever since i started this vegetarian thing that has RUINED MY LIFE i'm hungry 24/7 and havne't put on any weight; if anything, people have been telling me non stop that i'm losing weight. humph. the first sentence of this paragraph sounds like i ever did feel guilty for over eating. pfft - no, but i think under normal meatarian circumstances i would have thought it, at the very least, insane to be eating like a maniac at this ungodly hour.
it's 2.09
i hate not eating meat.
wonder how long exactly it's been. going to work it out. i recall sending an abusive fb message to the person who sent me the vile link right after i'd watched it which was the same second i became vegetarian.
going to fb now...
29th July 2008. fucking prick, why would he send it to me?! agh!
and i think my wrists would be better if i was eating meat. do you have any idea how often one uses their wrists?! (my god this post is horrific)
-to brush their teeth
-to spray their deodorant
-to turn their car wheel. uh, sleepiness must be upon me, i meant to say steering wheel.
-to put on and unclip their bra
-and a few other things which, even in my over-stuffed-becoming-sleepy state, i know should not be mentioned on a thing as public as my blog
anyway - i can't DANCE! cos the guys are tools and it feels like they're attempting to break my hands off from my arms. i'm sure that's not the intention, but geez that's what it feels like. i even did a dance exercise class at the gym tonight, and i turned around, as per the routine, and the wind on my hands hurt my wrists. clearly, i have to go to the physio if the wind is hurting me.
ok, well i'm going to try to sleep. last comment is that my friends are turning me into Bridget Jones and i know i always say i'm right... but i really think i am, and i really think they are all reading too much into stuff. actually that's totally another post.
goodnight!
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