64 : pi

So I say I am stressed a lot lately but never with any proof except whine whine whine.  Well, I had a brief movie moment this morning.  I won't elaborate except when I did find the offending piece, I stumbled backwards and, instead of falling unconscious which would have been preferable, I clumsily bumped the back of my head against the bathroom wall.  That was painful.

It is also pi (or pie) day!  I hate numbers, but it is totally a semi-legitimate reason to have apple pie.  Yum!  I might purchase some later and bake something later.  Because you know what I noticed?  If my biological clock is mucked up, I tend to cook late into the morning - and I never eat what I make.  It's the insomniac's way of keeping himself/herself busy.  Which is what I do.

I also have a can of whipped cream for consumption.  I have no idea why I bought it since I haven't really touched it since.  All I want are goldfish crackers and ice.  Maybe an orange and raspberries for nutritional balance.  I have been talking a lot about food recently, but looking at them makes me gag.  Oh, apple juice!  Haha, yeah.  Story of my life.

Got a third piercing for my right ear last week, intending to get a second one for my left sometime today or later this weekend.  Um, and I decided I won't try for the April 1 deadline.  Too much to do in so little time, and way too put off to deal with irresponsible adults.  As a result, speech class this summer.  Ick.

Food to school - seriously, I make lovely transitions.
/idiot