The sheep meme icon doesn't apply
Sep. 7th, 2014 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fufarawI'm passing on the shipping meme. I read the questions, and realized I can't really answer most of them.
I ship. I do ship. But in very specific cases. I don't just look at a movie or a tv show and automatically ship people. So, no, most of my answers would just be ... um?
In other news, I have to see my PCP in the next week or two, get bloodwork done tomorrow or Tuesday. She's going to yell at me, and I'm feeling about four and mutinous. I've *already* given up dessert and soda and potatoes and tomatoes and bread and pasta and anything that makes life worth living, and I'm *eating* nine pounds of vegetation a day and drinking water. I haven't had alcohol in...the last ever. Oh, a couple swallows of DH's dark beer--more and my sinuses slam shut on me. But booze, wine? I seem to have lost the taste for it.
Yes, I've more or less subsisted on popsicles since it's been so hot. But now that cooler weather is here, there won't be any more popsicles. Just...celery. By the bale, apparently. And water. And I'm well aware that even *then* the weight won't budge, and may, in fact, increase. That the only way to reverse that is to exercize. But it hurts and I hate it and I don't wanna and I just want to sit on the floor and cry.
But I won't. I'll get the bloodwork done. And I'll put on my sneakers like a big girl and dodder off to the park four times a day, between lashings of celery and water, and walk till I explode. Maybe then she'll be happy.
(I *said* four. And I'll get over it and get on with it, I just needed to whine a little bit first. Now, back to your regular.)
I ship. I do ship. But in very specific cases. I don't just look at a movie or a tv show and automatically ship people. So, no, most of my answers would just be ... um?
In other news, I have to see my PCP in the next week or two, get bloodwork done tomorrow or Tuesday. She's going to yell at me, and I'm feeling about four and mutinous. I've *already* given up dessert and soda and potatoes and tomatoes and bread and pasta and anything that makes life worth living, and I'm *eating* nine pounds of vegetation a day and drinking water. I haven't had alcohol in...the last ever. Oh, a couple swallows of DH's dark beer--more and my sinuses slam shut on me. But booze, wine? I seem to have lost the taste for it.
Yes, I've more or less subsisted on popsicles since it's been so hot. But now that cooler weather is here, there won't be any more popsicles. Just...celery. By the bale, apparently. And water. And I'm well aware that even *then* the weight won't budge, and may, in fact, increase. That the only way to reverse that is to exercize. But it hurts and I hate it and I don't wanna and I just want to sit on the floor and cry.
But I won't. I'll get the bloodwork done. And I'll put on my sneakers like a big girl and dodder off to the park four times a day, between lashings of celery and water, and walk till I explode. Maybe then she'll be happy.
(I *said* four. And I'll get over it and get on with it, I just needed to whine a little bit first. Now, back to your regular.)
