santa has the sicks.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I’m getting sick again—dear cheetos god, please don’t do this to me again.

Last night I slept for a good 10 hours because Saturday night, I slept for like 4 but it wasn’t really sleep, it was booze-induced, so really I didn’t get any sleep.

Saturday in Boston was silly.

Happy to see Stinkin, Jilly and Mego plus their respective boyfriends…the night ended with me eating a Big Mac and taking a trip to a dumpster; success.

Anyways, back to sleeps and sicks: I’ve been having horrible dreams lately, waking up in a sweat and panic over some really whacko stuff.

I dreamt on Friday night that one of my ex’s had been killed, and although I prefer to avoid him like the pig flu, I certainly don’t wish him dead—in jest perhaps, but not for reals, ek.

Then last night I had some wacky dream about my Sas and it was just really terrible…I can’t get any damn sleep, ever, because I just have non-stop stupid dreams.

It wouldn’t be so bad if they weren’t so bloody vivid but it’s insane the stuff that I can recall, even after I wake up: smells, voices, touch, sounds, names, distinct facial features; whack.

So this morning, at who knows what time, I started to cough and now the cough is full-blown chest-ache cough and I’m pixted off.

I picked up my pharmaceuticals and I’m hoping shocking my body with vitamins and such will keep the nasties away.

Last night I made burritos on the Cuisinart griddler and then I also made some carrot and yam soup from Cooking Light [not eaten at the same time].

The burrito was bursting with some lime and cilantro basmati rice plus cumin and garlic black beans…and homemade pico de gallo plus red chile tortillas.

I got ground pork at WF because I get tired of eating beef but tonight I’m probably going to use some beef for my lasagna, eh—with Lioni ricotta=10x better than that shit you get prepackaged.

Ricotta is sort of nasty [okay, it’s really nasty but I like ricotta salata a lot but they are not the same, ha] but this Lioni brand is creamy and not gritty…it’s also whole milk so it’s packed to the max with a trillion calories and tons of fat [you can’t win all the battles]. www.lionimozzarella.com/fresh_ricotta.html

I wish I didn’t have to think in ‘fattening’ vs. ‘non-fattening’ terms but I recently came to the realization that I’ll never not think about how many calories/fat/carbs something has—granted, I’ll eat almost whatever I want now, and I usually end up regretting it [gah, eating, I know] but I do it anyway because let’s face it folks, 71 inches and 102lbs was all shades of wrong [or maybe it's right? I can never tell anymore].

We can now scramble those digits to create a new [side-eye] number.

~ by ninamazing on November 2, 2009.