thoughts & things

Tammy

10:47 pm.

12:13 am.

4:55 am.

6:36 am.

All times that my upstairs neighbor-- who I'm calling Tammy, as in 'Tammy Takes Tuscaloosa'-- has woken me up with her... um, "doings." Not cool, Tammy. Not. Cool. I'm a bit claustrophobic-- my greatest fear in life is being without oxygen-- and when the ceiling starts creaking, images of the walls crushing in around me dance through my head. And last night, I was going to do my quiet time around bed time, sometime between 10:47 and 12:13, but it just feels a bit dirty what with all the "love" going on upstairs. So again, Tammy: Not Cool. Infinitely Uncool.

Withdrawals

Last week I found myself in Big Lots. I wanted to apologize to Big Lots for underestimating it for years now after I found so many steals, but now I'm cursing Big Lots. Why the abrupt change in attitude? Big Lots-- my blessing, my curse-- through a delightful little treat called Nutella in my path. Little did I know when I threw the jar of hazelnut goodness into my basket that it was an agent of sabotage. I thought to myself, "Self, this will be delightful on toast in the morning." (It was, in fact, delicious on toast) But silly me: when I peeled the aluminum foil off the jar, I decided to give it a taste test. And that moment-- I may never forget it-- is when I discovered how wonderful Nutella truly is, even in it's most simple state. From there, I couldn't help myself. Nutella by the spoonful, Nutella on toast... I even ate Nutella on a Tostito chip. Yes, a new low. I polished off that jar of chocolate gold in just three days. Three. Days. Unacceptable.

When I was in high school, I wasn't allowed to have boys in my room because my mom said it was unnecessary temptation. I just rolled my eyes at the time-- invasion of privacy, teen angst, yada yada-- but I have to say I'm grateful now. Similarly, I will not be bringing Nutella back into my apartment unchaperoned. My lust for chocolate is undoubtedly harder to bridle than a teenager's raging hormones.

These days, I lay on the couch and try not to nibble on my pillows. I get the shakes and fight the urge to hit Dairy Queen for a fudgy fix. I'm liable to snap at any moment, and I'm expecting the hallucinations to set in at any moment.

And I mean, really, what's one teensy, tiny Hershey Kiss in the long run... just one small bite, just to make me feel better... I can stop when I want to, right?

Rain, Rain, Go Away

This weekend, the weather was beautiful. I went to the Summit with Alice, and we walked around and enjoyed the sunshine and low-70s weather. Today, after a cruel glance at spring, the sky is blanketed with steel grey clouds and the rain is falling steadily.

Now, I could see the silver lining. Precious little makes me as happy as a solid nap, and this weather is perfect for snuggling up with Macy (if and only if Macy is in the mood for snuggling... Cats live on their own terms) and having a nap. Sadly, though, I'm at work today. So I must maintain consciousness, regardless of the rhythmic rainfall.

And speaking of that rainfall, Lindsey left her umbrella in the car like the genius that she is. So, yeah, the day's looking good... what with my lack of sleep, need for chocolate, and drenched evening looming ahead of me.

I should've titled this blog 'Bah Humbug'.