bleah

I feel awful today. It started with a coffee counter mistake - was handed an iced latte instead of a iced blended halfie like I asked for. The ick factor was exacerbated by the new Glade Scented Oil plug-in I'd just plugged in (lavender - you'd think this would be fabulously calming, but no, it has only served to make my room smell like a load of overlaundered sheets and towels.) I started to feel ravenously hungry at 9:30 a.m. (the unbuffered latte was gnawing away at my stomach lining, it seemed), so I ate many handfuls of Cheez-It and then washed them down with lukewarm water. At lunch I ate half a roast beef sandwich. Aside from the brand name "Boar's Head" grossing me out, I don't think there was anything wrong with the sandwich. Oh yes, and then at the end of our writing session I flicked the pesky angel off my shoulder and shared a huge piece of poundcake with his devilish counterpart. Got a reasonable amount of work done today, but am feeling yuck-o-rama right now. I unplugged the air "freshener" hours ago but still feel slightly nauseated when I walk by that corner of the room.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I won't eat so many disgusting things, that's for durn sure. I don't know what I want more - to go out for a soup dinner or stay in and skip dinner altogether. Cub will say yes to the first, no to the second. Most likely I will end up opening a can of gross Healthy Choice chicken soup and wishing there were a compromise where canned soups are concerned - some workable balance between slurping down a salt mine and choking down dishwater with tiny potatoes floating in it.

Upcoming: Open House (might have the best turnout ever ... and then again, I might not); my mom's birthday; Admissions Day.

Ick and yuck, yuck and ick. Death to Cheez-It and Glade Scented Plug-ins.