I feel like I'm possessed. Technically, I sort of am. I have another person's DNA in my body and it's growing every day. It's like science fiction. I don't even like science fiction that much, and here I am living it.
One:
I love to eat but tend not to have much capacity. I just don't eat that much. Mister Man is another story. A few nights ago I ate four slices of pizza. I am usually a two-slice girl. I also ate a giant mound of salad. Then I ate almost a whole pint of Hagen Daaz.
Last night I ate a huge half-pound hamburger (I had to have it well-done, but it was still good) and a whole mess of broccoli and potatoes. Then I ate almost a whole pint of Hagen Daaz.
I am actually eating as much as my mother does, PLUS the Hagen Daaz. What the fuck is going on here?
(note: I feel like it's wrong to eat a whole pint on Hagen Daaz, and that's why I eat almost a pint, which is apparently okay.)
Two:
I hate the cold and I'm a total sissy about it. We have had so little real winter weather this year, and I have missed most of it because I have been in the slammer or on lockdown. I was all freaked out about going out in the cold because I'm skinny as a rail, and because, again, I just hate it.
Suddenly, the cold doesn't bother me a bit. Bring it on, February, you bitch!
Three:
I have been going crazy around the house, putting together IKEA shit and organizing closets and cooking everything in sight, and now I'm ready to tackle my file cabinet, which is the proverbial overstuffed dead letter office. I can't hardly wait. I'm frothing at the mouth. I'm champing at the bit.
Here's the clincher: I'm averaging 5-6 hours of sleep a night, and I don't sleep during the day at all.
Could it be the steroids? Possibly, except that my dose has been lowered several times and the only change I have seen is that I'm sleeping a little better. My energy and appetite are the same as when I was on twice the dose. They're going to decrease them again next week so we'll see.
I don't know who this Mister Man guy is but I'm starting to wonder if he's a WWF wrestler or something. That would be kind of cool. What an incongruous combination.
Curiouser and Curiouser, as Alice would say.
Stay tuned.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
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2 comments:
I like the whole Falstaffian appetite thing especially--and the resistance to cold. I picture you stomping about Sunnyside as Leahzilla: unstoppable devourer of ice cream and wholesale admirer of lucky little dogs.
it could be worser. you could have 'roid rage...
but you dont...so there you go...
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