Eccentric Flower:199903/that sinking feeling
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twenty-nine march that sinking feeling Urgh. It's one-thirty in the morning, my stomach has been filled with methane for two whole days, and I'm drowning in a sea of Jewish holidays. No, really. I started this Clio item this morning and I figured it would be a lark. I had two other web projects I planned to spend some time on today! Instead, other things ensued and the work on this went more slowly than planned ... but the biggest problem is that there's so MUCH information; even paring it down as well as I can, I'm up to 3800 words and half the year is still undone. [gets out editing scissors] So I'm afraid the Clio-on-Sunday streak is broken - not for lack of trying, though. I hope to have it up tomorrow. - - - As for the methane, I blame that on the fact that I went to a birthday party (for an eight-year-old, but surrounded by adults; that's the way he likes his parties, go figure) and ate nothing but sugary and salty finger foods with little nutritional value for several hours, including more of this really insidious goodie called Piroulines than I care to admit to consuming. Well, I'm paying for it now in gastric distress. I had a bad reaction before the party. That was Saturday. I had shaved, combed out my hair, put in my contacts (I don't wear my glasses socially), and was staring at my reflection in the mirror when I had that sensation. The "I really would like to be able to put on some makeup now" sensation. And I wasn't looking particularly bad - I just wanted to look better. I compensated by going into the other room and painting my fingernails bright purple. I noted in the car on the way to the party that I'd like to track how often these impulses occur - these "I want to be pretty" periods. I want to find out if they're on a regular cycle, if there's a chemical trigger for them or if they're entirely behavioral. Because, let me tell you, they frustrate me intensely.
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