Carpe Diem

Why can't weekends last longer? I know the number of hours in a day is constant, but it sure doesn't feel like it. I swear Saturday and Sunday (mostly Sunday, as it's the only day I don't work at all) just fly by.

Woke up starving, and I would have enjoyed my French Vanilla Bean yogurt so much more if the spoon I grabbed from downstairs wasn't dirty. I noticed it halfway through. Ew.

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I'm all out of interesting stuff to do for the day already.

And I'm hungry again. Really hungry. I should have brought a mango, even though I know it'd be disastrous. It would really hit the spot right about now. I don't know what my deal is. I'm not usually hungry until about 3 PM, which I know probably means my metabolism is all out of whack. I have no idea why I started skipping lunch when I was in grade 7. Actually, I think I started skipping breakfast then, too. It was a downward spiral to pretty terrible eating habits from there.

Yeah. Hungry. Obsessing about food. Will shut up and go see if I can find some now.

Things

I don't like wintergreen gum. I like wintergreen mints, but gum is gross.

I just got back from downstairs. On my way down there, I took the back steps, formerly servant's staircase. These stairs are very steep and always make me paranoid I'm going to go head over heels down them - I've tried many a time, but always caught myself. Anyway, I was carrying things in my hands and thought to myself, "I should just go bum-bum down them." Bum-bum being the phrase my brothers, sisters and I used to use when we'd plop down on our butts and ease from step to step on down.

Bum-bum. I haven't thought about that for years and now I can't get it out of my head. It also prompted memories of how we'd play "Pills." Basically, one of the two upstairs bedrooms (usually the girls' room - it was bigger because there were more of us) was the mouth of a gigantic being, the stairs the throat/esophagus and the dining area where the stairs led the stomach. We'd go all crazy-ass down the stairs, as pills, and end up in the acidic stomach. We'd swirl around and around and around.

It occurs to me that I should send a card to my mother. I have no idea how she remained sane all those years.

PS, I find Today's Dilbert very freaking funny for some reason.