I'm mad juliana's gonna be so close and yet, so far.
But soonly, she will up there for lob\vings whenever I want them.
AND AND AND
She can fly down here for lovings.
AND AND AND
Well, no more AND.
THEN.
Bater.
I need food.
points Kitty.
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I'm mad juliana's gonna be so close and yet, so far.
But soonly, she will up there for lob\vings whenever I want them.
AND AND AND
She can fly down here for lovings.
AND AND AND
Well, no more AND.
THEN.
Bater.
I need food.
points Kitty.
Kitty!
KITTY!
Kittybater?
sigh.
Supposed to go finish the Thanksgiving Shopping. But I am hungry and will spend a billion dollars. Plus, tired and my back still hurts.
I'll go tomorrow.
stoopid backache
Tomorrow.
I am making the other half of my butternut squash ravioli now. It's the closest I am getting to making something for Thanksgiving.
I am also rationing the canned food for kittenish as I don't want to try and go to Trader Joe's until Friday. I'm saving the turkey one for Thanksgiving for her.
nd, stupid no appetite.
Seriously. I have had no appetite for like, over a week now. I eat, but only because I know it what my body needs so that I don't shrivel up and die.
And yeah, the weight loss is a nice bonus, but yikes no eating. I went over 24 hours without food this weekend and didn't care and my body didn't notice. Or, if it did, it didn't tell me.
Also, I've been napping alot. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was pregnant again. But, I know I'm not. So, yeah.
Maybe it's a tumor.
Aimee, I need to buy ingredients for Thanksgiving foodstuffs myself...
ETA: DOCTOR, Ms. Empress!
I'm sure kittenish appreciates the sentiment.
This week I bought the low-carb granola with cranberries. Why do we do this?