Make It Work!

I ate salad! (Film at eleven.)

And I got me juuust a twinge of feeling not so good, but I don't think even salad works that fast, so I'm guessing it's maybe left over from the stress of the last couple of days, even though the big psycho and the little psycho are delightful and charming this evening. Sometimes I feel like the only non-bipolar person in the house, and I'm the one with the most genetic claim to it.

And there's not a thing else going on. No snow or rain today, and some decent sunshine, but a cold, cold wind blowing. Looks like the same for tomorrow.

It looks like I'm not sick enough to make me want to stop eating, anyway. I've gained back everything I lost when I was sick, probably more, but I'm afraid to look. As promised, once I knew I could eat things, I just started eating them. No chocolate or ice cream yet, but plenty of cookies and crackers and things, lots of potato chips (baked), and I've also rediscovered my old friend Pez. I may be my own worst enemy.

Okay, I'm going to go see if I can catch a little nap before Project Runway. Who will make it to the final three, obnoxious Rami the Draper or adorable Chris the Drag Queen Costumer? And am I the only person anywhere who watches this show? Do you all love Tim Gunn as much as I do? Make it work!

WATCHING RAYMOND :: ENTRY #1689