2003-12-03

This was Monday:

Weight: 176 (I'm guessing. The scale is too far away for me right now).

What I ate: Breakfast hot pocket, leftover mashed turnips (is it crazy that a girl could love something that sounds so unappetizing?), McChicken Sandwich and McValue fries (It's cheap and I was stuck in LA at the time with no other option. I. Had. No. Choice.), 2 pieces of bread pudding (It's true. This was a bad thing. I mean, McDonalds was bad, but that made it worse. Grandpop offered, though. And it's bread pudding. And I love it.), 4 diet cokes and 3 waters.

What I've done: Class, watched movies at Krazy K's while waiting out rush hour traffic, napped while doing aforementioned, strightened up, did laundryand some ironing.

I know there should have been exercise in there somewhere. I better remedy this tomorrow.

And now today:

Weight: 175

What I ate: bread pudding (we had leftovers. I was out of oatmeal), v-8 and more leftover turnips (good girl), teensy helping of baked ziti (still marginally a good girl), a kit kat (why? why? why?), 3 diet cokes and 3 waters.

What I did: work, cleaned bathrooms and kitchen, ironing and laundry, plant watering, broken TV watching/book reading/computer solitaire playing.

Once again, no exercise. I'm trying to decide whether the cleaning counts as exercise. Maybe if I do it really fast, it would be aerobic. But then all breakables would be in imminent danger. I hate that my life is just work, clean, sleep, play computer solitaire. I also hate that I am a chapter away from being finished the dirtytrashysecretnovel and can't think of a thing to write.

I do have a non-waitressing job, at least. The nice part is that people treat you with more respect when you do anything but waitressing. The disgusting part is I wasn't half as broke when I was waitressing (though I was eighty-six times more miserable).

I work at a copy and mail center owened by an older Korean couple. I shall call them G-fresh and Pissy. G-fresh (much like the original G-fresh of my personal favorite movie about a mormon, porn star superhero, Orgasmo) is a laid-back kind of guy. He tries to be "with it" or something, using "hip" words to bridge the generation gap. I think G-fresh and Pissy think I'm fresh out of high school or something. There's a language barrier there and they always ask me things about college no matter how many times I tell them I graduated. Anyway, Pissy earns her name by looking pissed off all the time, whether she is or not. She just has that miserable kind of face. She reminds me of my eighth grade teacher, Sister Susan. She always had nice things to say, but she always looked like she wanted to bludgeon you with her desk.

It's not the best job. I only work twenty hours a week and only get seven dollars an hour. I'm so glad I went to college. So I'm looking for a second job and wondering where my next twelve pack of Diet Coke and pack of cigarettes are coming from.

My life makes me sad.

I think I'll watch The Color Purple and cry till I become dehydrated. Strangely, that makes me feel better.

I'm just a sick girl.