That said, I think she might be communting between here and Mars, and it's messing with her sense of time. Either that, or the girl is dumb. Not stupid. Dumb. Bleach-seeped-into-her-brain level clueless.
I got an email from Zach yesterday, asking if I knew of any reason Tiff might be calling him on his cellphone at 2:00 in the afternoon in the middle of the work day (hint hint hint). I said no, and I gave her a call to check.
Em: Hi, Tiff?
Tiff: Hi!
Em: Tiff, is everything okay?
Tiff: Sure, why?
Em: Well, Zach said you called his cell, so I wanted to make sure you were okay.
Tiff: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm at school and I was bored so I was trying to find one of you guys.
Em: *stunned silence* Um...you do know it's in the middle of the work day, right? He's at work.
Tiff: *light bulb flickers sadly* Oh. Yeah. Sorry.
Riiiiight.
Why on earth am I so hungry? I thought it was because of That Time, but That Time is completely over, and I'm still considering seeing how my stuffed lemur tastes. My stomach's not hungry; my brain keeps going "must...have...food..." It sucks. The stomach is easier to ignore.
This feeling scares me. It's the old pre-binge feeling. I hardly ever get that feeling anymore. I was okay eating more for a couple of days, but any more and I'm going to start gaining weight, which is not an option. I haven't binged in over a year. I really, really hope this does not become an issue again.
Oh well. I'm sure it'll be fine. Pass the protein.
More American Idol tonight!! ::dances around::
~Emma
Reading: Not sure yet, looking for a new book to start.
Hearing: Jewel's "Morning Song" in my head. ("You can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin...")
Wishing: That I won't gain weight. Shallow, but unfortunately true for the moment.
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break this - Tuesday, Mar. 01, 2005
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