I’m not sure what in the world is wrong with me (especially because it’s the Christmas season), but I have been in a perma-bad mood since Saturday.
It was especially bad last night — I drove back from Jacksonville at night, was starving by the time I got home, and lo and behold we had pretty much zero food in the house I could eat. To exacerbate that situation even more, BF had just ordered pizza, and was eating a dessert stick when I walked into the kitchen.
I was ready to just say “fuck it, I’ll eat it, enjoy it and feel like shit” but BF didn’t even want to share! This made me even more mad. So I ended up with a random concoction of gluten-free pasta, green beans, diced tomatoes, garlic and canned mushrooms (that’s how desperate I was). It turned out okay. At least I have lunch for another day this week. We didn’t even have any eggs, so I can’t make bread or anything. And we’re down to our last can of tuna!
I suppose BF and I are officially “eating out of the pantry.”
Well, sort of. He’s eating leftover pizza tonight. It is my weakness. So unfair.
On a happy note, I had a little bit of ice cream (probably between 1/2 and 3/4 cup) with pecans and chocolate chips on top, and my tummy didn’t bother me at all. So, chalk that up as a victory (although it was nowhere near as good as pizza!!)
I still have not gotten my new debit card or my new ID yet. It has been a week. Do they expect people not to drive? I didn’t get a temporary card or anything, so I just had to print out a re-order validation. If I get pulled over, I hope that will suffice.
I’m not sure why I feel so icky. I did my RPM class on Saturday (obscenely hard … I think because I never work out in the morning), put up the Christmas decorations and spent yesterday with a good friend of mine from college who was visiting Jacksonville.
Lots to look forward to this week, too — my friend’s birthday is tomorrow, and our company Christmas party is on Thursday.
Why am I so crabby?
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