I've found my perfect role...
Jan. 4th, 2008 03:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terribleturnipI could totally play a junkie on stage or film. Without the hindrance of actually being a junkie and thus interfering with work schedules or performance. Right now I am jittery, scratching at my arms and legs, unable to concentrate and trying very, very hard to not freak out, leap out of my cubicle and hunt down some smack.
Because I had back to back meetings today and while I did bring in a small container of pasta with veggies, I didn't have time to run out and pick up some salad, or fruit, or bag of chips, or Kashi bar or....oh, help me! See, all the director would have to do is make me miss more than one meal and INSTANT junkie!
I didn't bring in a morning snack, because I was feeling virtuous...and overlarge in the caboose. But I also never got a chance to head out and get an afternoon snack...which is sorely needed. Since 2pm, I've been obsessing over food. It doesn't help that I'm working on a contract for hot sauces, so I've spent all of my unscheduled time today becoming an expert on hot sauces...which wouldn't make me hungry until I read the list of major products that Tabasco is used in, like...Cheez-Its.
I would KILL for Cheez-It's right now. I find myself unable to read and comprehend the rest of the paragraph. I just keep snapping back to "Cheez-It's" like it's a magnet for the ball bearings in my eyes.
This is NOT a good day for my cube-neighbor, the manager for Salty Snacks, to be out sick. If I knew her better, I'd be rifling her desk right NOW. I might anyway, if I can't hang in there until five.
I know that it's five years until I have to have a colonoscopy...but I am really, really dreading it. Not the camera up the butt part...but the fasting. I will have to be sedated and under constant supervision in order to get through it.
Because I had back to back meetings today and while I did bring in a small container of pasta with veggies, I didn't have time to run out and pick up some salad, or fruit, or bag of chips, or Kashi bar or....oh, help me! See, all the director would have to do is make me miss more than one meal and INSTANT junkie!
I didn't bring in a morning snack, because I was feeling virtuous...and overlarge in the caboose. But I also never got a chance to head out and get an afternoon snack...which is sorely needed. Since 2pm, I've been obsessing over food. It doesn't help that I'm working on a contract for hot sauces, so I've spent all of my unscheduled time today becoming an expert on hot sauces...which wouldn't make me hungry until I read the list of major products that Tabasco is used in, like...Cheez-Its.
I would KILL for Cheez-It's right now. I find myself unable to read and comprehend the rest of the paragraph. I just keep snapping back to "Cheez-It's" like it's a magnet for the ball bearings in my eyes.
This is NOT a good day for my cube-neighbor, the manager for Salty Snacks, to be out sick. If I knew her better, I'd be rifling her desk right NOW. I might anyway, if I can't hang in there until five.
I know that it's five years until I have to have a colonoscopy...but I am really, really dreading it. Not the camera up the butt part...but the fasting. I will have to be sedated and under constant supervision in order to get through it.
