In case you were worried, world, I have not entirely cracked up yet after those confusing musings yesterday. I've just realized I have a bit of a control problem, so when things happen that make me feel out of control, I go off the rails. Hopefully identifying that problem will bring some more patience, right? We shall see. Until then, I can distract myself with plans and WW math!
B - coffee, Smart Start, skim milk (5)
L - chicken and provolone on sandwich thin, L&T, Miracle Whip light and mustard; apple (5)
D - EITHER veg lasagne or some sort of tomato, avocado and rice concoction that I will invent, as I forgot to defrost the dinner (5); romaine salad with tomatoes, cucumbers, feta, homemade vinaigrette (2)
S - Dannon Light & Fit yogurt, light string cheese (3)
Total - 20
Activity - biker chick, 40 mins
Flex points remaining - 35
There is not much else to report. Last night I attempted to freelance but realized how little material I was provided to work with; this morning I found out that I'm supposed to take a mishmash of blog entries and turn those into sample book chapters. Hi, I wasn't hired as a ghostwriter. I'm getting more and more perturbed about the amount of work I'm supposed to do for someone who apparently wants to write a book, but I can't do much about changing it right now. Seriously, though, wouldn't you think you could form complete sentences and maybe have part of the thing written before you attempt to get an agent & publisher?
So after trying that, I watched an episode of The Tudors (love) and then some Ugly Betty later on, which just cheers me up despite all the cheese. I can't help it. I also read a really sad short story in my book about an old woman who decides to throw a grand ball after many years of being a shut-in, and there are all sorts of fancy preparations and servants hired, etc., and then no one shows up. She dies the next day. When her grandson (whom she hated) is going through her belongings after her death, he finds all the invitations to the ball in her desk, addressed but never mailed. She'd forgotten that part. It broke my heart! That might be me someday soon, folks... not really. Maybe. Though hopefully if that were me, I'd just get drunk with the servants and not care much anyway.
Happy almost weekend!