Fast food sucks.

I've been eating fast food for the past two weeks, AT LEAST. Seriously. My mom hasn't felt like going grocery shopping, and when I offer to go for her, she says, "No, we'll get something out, it's fine." After about three days, everything began tasting the same and I was ready to begin a hunger strike for as long as needed, but I like food too much to do that, so I tried to put some variety in what I got when we went out. I'm a picky eater, so variety isn't an easy thing to come by on my plate. But anyway, FINALLY, on Sunday, we went grocery shopping, and for the past three days, we've been cooking at home, and everything has been so incredibly DELICIOUS.

At first, I thought that maybe my sense of taste had heightened, but then, I realized that I had just become so used to the always-stale taste of french fries and overcooked hamburgers that these meals were just completely orgasmic to my mouth. Yum.

I'm stuffed. Full of lemon-y (something about lemons?) chicken. And potatoes. And green beans.

Yes, I felt the need to write about my meal. It was good. And now my mom is making cake.

I managed to start writing when I ended my last post. I turned on the Temptation Blocker and it was really helpful, except for when I wanted to use the dictionary. Since I couldn't use the one online, and didn't feel like going to get the one in my bedroom, I just pretended that I knew what the word meant. Like the little engine that could, you know? "I think I know, I think I know, I think I know... I hope I spelled that right." Anyway, within an hour, I got 2,475 words. Woohoo! I don't think I've ever gotten it done that quickly. It was an exciting part; there was a lot to say.

You know what makes it easy for me? Making the box I'm typing in, WordPad or MS Word, really small, so that I don't have to watch the page fill up slowly. I just watch the small square fill up and after awhile, maximize and check out the damage. Typically, I've written a huge amount by then, and I'm giddy, and I bounce around for a moment and squeal, and then I get back to work. It helps me.

My fingernails are dirty. Gross. I think I'll go take a shower and work on some other projects. Oh, I need to clean my paintbrushes so they don't get all stiff. Assuming they're not all stiff yet. I think I put them in water earlier. Hm, I'll get on that eventually. I need to buy new brushes anyway...

Ta ta for now (Tigger moment? I haven't watched Winnie The Pooh in years...)!