I feel like a beach ball right now… *E 2!

For some reason, right after lunch, i bloated up like a fatty mcfat sponge. I barely had anything! but I did drink a lot of water. I feel like a barrel. a barrel of water. it’s annoying cuz now my pants (which fit super nicely this morning) are all squeezy and stupid and I want to just take them off.

But going pantsless at work would be bad. 

i look like i’m fricken pregnant for real.

how annoying is this?! (super dooper dee wooper!)

THIS is why i hate dieting. I’m SUPER good, following rules, exercising, being a good girl. and my dumbass body reacts by retaining water, blowing up like a giant blubber whale balloon and making my confidence plummet so low i just feel like eating a bowl of ice cream and a large pizza!

*sigh*

maybe I just need to fart.

hahahahaha.

but not at work!

according to baboo, i need to poop more.

I don’t know why we get into discussions about poop, but there we were, having a poop talk.

i swear, our relationship dynamic is probably the most complex i’ve ever experienced.

i don’t mind.

but i do mind feeling like i could be rolled around like the blueberry girl on willy wonka. seriously. this is NOT fun.

JESUS BODY. give me a damn break.

so i need to get 20 k words in TONIGHT to be on par with Nano. Damn it. I sorta wanted to not write at all for the rest of the day cuz I feel like I’m forcing when it should flow and I know once I can get into quiet at home and I’m not upset over my sims (ha) I’ll write some good stuff.

so blah, i’ll just bust out to 30 k this weekend. (watch me not do it) and that’ll be cool.

 

i burnt my tongue at lunch. hot spots in microwaved food. evil.

tigger is telling me to get back to work, but i really dont’ have any.

i’m making up projects for myself at this point.

"oh goody! i can make a graph for that! i can do a chart of that! i’ll spit out a report for that!"

why? I don’t know. Nobody but ME needs it. *sigh*

i’ve created 3 new data bases today.

for no good reason.

sigh.

micro managed data basing.

i KNOW more work is coming.

im not even complaining.

i’m just explaining why i’m not working.

which is lame.

ha.

ok, i go to add some columns of numbers so i can pretend to be smart. ha ha!

 

*E: I really don’t want my snack. really. I don’t want it. I need to eat it so I can take this vitamin, but I’m not hungry AT. ALL. blah! Stupid vitamin! I want to take them tho, cuz this is the second bottle of these damn things i’ve bought and I only took like a quarter of the last one before they expired.

do vitamins go bad?

ANYWAY. the weirdness about Nanowrimo is that I can’t rightly expect that most of my favs wnat to read my story. If I make a new diary for it, i have to log in and out and it’s a pain and nobody wants to add a NEW diary to their favs just for that! but then my blabberlicious entries get lost in the shuffle of Nano-ness… and and and…

so yeah.

did you see I’m up to over 18k words now? I’m gonna rock out and be at 30 k before the end of Saturday. Just you wait!

I’m crescendoing to a big plot earthquake in a few chapters. I want to get there now, but I can’t rush it. It has to feel right. And it hasn’t felt right yet. But it will.

ohhh it will.

 

I wonder if all writers get this feeling like me. If their stories play out like movies as they write. Movies they have seen the end of, but haven’t seen how the end HAPPENS or how it GETS THERE. so it’s all new and exciting and amazing with each new scene that just spills out like it’s NOT ME writing, i’m just a messenger for some other world to spill forth it’s story into ours.

it’s so anime sci fi fantasy for me when i write.

or maybe I’m a lunatic MOONINITE!!!!!

WHAT.

ok, so i only have like half an hour of work left. I should like… clean up and stuff.

I’m overly thrilled at my 8 hour day tomorrow (I normally work 9 hour days)

It’s not like it’sa  big ass spaghettio of a deal.

hahah spaghettio.

*sigh*

i’m insane. (i guess so.)

bye. for now.

I think i’ll do more entry bumps like this, just in case someone wants to laugh at me with me (for me) to me do me.

i can’t wait till baboo is done with all this.

he needs to come slam me into a wall…

 

*blink*

 

*E2: OH MY GOD. so i heatedup my bar b que pork for my sandwich at lunch. there was a hot spot and it burned my tongue. so now i’m trying to eat these damn it all to hell mini wheats and ita ctually HURTS when they rake across the burnt part. so much so that it makes shivers go through my body and i can barely chew.

 

fuck this.

 

if i just poop out the vitamin today, it won’t be that harmful.

damn vitamins and their need to digest with stupid ass food…

 

ARGH!