bitterdiva

Insanity births creation

I've been poor for a while, the past two weeks basically. And as such, I need to bring lunch to work since I have to buy breakfast in the morning. I have a week old pasta with very little sauce sitting in the fridge at work. I also have Cabot's low-fat sour cream and some PC Parmesan/Romano cheese. The worst thing I hate about pasta after you throw it in the Nukulator is the crunchy crusty dirtiness of the pasta. So I figured what the hell, throw on the sour cream and Parmesan cheese to make a mock alfredo sauce. Damn good pasta is what I say!

During lunch, I finished the third book of the Belgariad. I would have finished last night but there was so much action that my head was spinning and I needed some down time to process the plot. Though finishing it at work is good because I don't have the fourth book and can't start chugging through that one.

Tonight we're pre-bowling since I hear the team we would be bowling and next to whom we bowled last week frighten me greater than Grace Jones in a leotard. I hope I do as well as I have been, I have my socks in the trunk all set for tonight. The only thing that is nagging at me is the a portion of the nail on my left big toe is dangling and threatening to rip off the nail bed.

I have this compulsion to play with my feet when I'm bored or in a fit of mindlessness. It can be as bad as Goldmember with the calluses but not as disgusting with the saving or eating. So I start picking at my toenails, seeing if they'll come off easy and sometimes I'll get the nail to break off but the other half is too short and then I'm stuck with a dangler and in pain. I'm thinking that I need to paint my toes so the persistent urge dies.

12:29 PM

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