My bacon is crispy!

I can’t be bothered writing the continuation of yesterday’s entry. One day. Maybe when I get to use a keyboard instead of a phone.

What is this, day 4 without tv or internet? I don’t really care about the tv being gone. I mean, if it was here, great. We could be watching all kinds of stuff at night. Instead, we’ve been eating dinner with only us to distract us from the food, rather than noise and moving pictures in the corner of the room, and then after eats we’ve been watching a movie. It’s the lack of internet that really bothers me, makes me feel incredibly lonely and cut off during the day even though I can use my phone (so I have been reading you all, but I can’t note. My thumbs ache from typing on this bastard so much.) I have things I could be doing, but this isolation just makes me not want to do anything, so I end up playing card games on the computer even though I don’t enjoy playing them (at least, not at the moment).

I have more to say about that, but some people still don’t have power, so lack of entertainment and such is nothing in comparison. I’d feel very self-absorbed if I complained too much, at least we can still have hot meals and hot showers, and if it gets really cold, we can put the heater on. (We’re trying hard not to use the heater much, want to save the oil for when baby is here and heating will be necessary. It’s expensive shit don’t you know.)

Today will probably be Jake’s 3rd day in a row of working until 5pm, and I don’t think he’s getting a break today so that means I have to come up with dinner by myself. Do we want sweet potato soup or spicy pumpkin pasta? …Crap, pumpkin pasta recipe is ONLINE and I hadn’t bothered to copy it to the comp yet. There’s my answer – soup. Easy!

Baby is really drying my skin out like crazy. Winter weather has never affected me this badly before. Washing my hands has neve hurt this much before. I really hope this is just while she’s in me, because although I like being able to wash my hair every second day rather than ever day, and I like not having pimples, I really hate feeling like I am too big for my own skin (not in the belly, that part is fine, it’s the rest of me, oddly enough).