I was young and foolish then, I feel old and foolish now
1) I recently messed with my pill-taking schedule, in the hope of a) feeling better, and 2) losing weight. The thyroid med I used to take every morning I’m now taking at night. My endocrinologist is messing with my thyroid dosage, and going from an all-natural form to a synthetic form. The pills must be taken on an empty stomach, which is a perfectly good way of tricking my body into NOT snacking after dinner/before bed. I CAN’T. I need 2 to 3 hours of no food going in to take the pill.
Are you snoring yet?
Yes. I’m becoming my grandmother. Better watch out, I’ll start talking about my sciatica and my bunions next.
This getting old thing bites.
2) I’m having Food Fantasies. Specifically comfort food. I’m obsessed with the idea of peanut butter toast. It’s the Perfect Food! Warm and melty and sticky…mmmm…how can that possibly be bad for you when it tastes so good? And the thought of a hot turkey sandwich, which I detested as a child, is making me drool. And beef stew with warm bread and butter. Sigh.
3) When my alarm went off this morning my brain screamed, “No! The alarm clock’s lying! Today I get to sleep in!” Stupid stupid brain. I’ve been having vivid dreams lately, and the scary ones I still haven’t shaken off. I’m frankly a little afraid to go to bed.
4) Have you seen Julian Beever’s work? His sidewalk chalk drawings are incredible! Check out the Anamorphic Illusions halfway down the page.
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