I slept the entire day. Like, I woke up "for good" at 10, ate, lazed in bed with the computer, started dozing, and had to force myself to get up at 2:30. Maybe there's something about New Orleans. Or vacation.

So Nora and smonster, I suspect I won't be trying to do parades Sunday or Monday, with the weather forecast. I'd like to see you guys if possible, though.

smonster, I like my NuvaRing quite a bit. Don't feel it, no major mood swings or weight changes, periods definitely less severe. And they still have the same 50%-off-the-first-12 promotion they had going when I first started, so you can at least try it for a few months without taking too big a financial hit even if you've got insurance issues.

Dana! I also wasted all of today. Got up, made pancakes and then realized that I had just missed two of my favorite horses racing at Gulfstream Park. (Watched it online: exciting race.)

Now, lounging even more.

I also wasted all of today.

As did I! I accomplished dying my hair, and slounging around in pajama pants. Next I may accomplish a nap.

I wasted today too. I'm feeling guilty about it because TCG spent most of the day shoveling.

Dana, I just woke up from a nap. I am planning to go to uptown morning parades tomorrow, then run errands on the Westbank. If it rains Monday, as it looks to do, I may be off that day. Won't know until that morning, though.

Where in the city are you staying?

Hey, she's an ex, not a current, right? But still, yeah.

Yeah. She broke up with him to date someone else, who then treated her like crap. So it's impressive that they've stayed friends.

And go you for body pride. I'm sure you were freaking hot as hell.

I felt pretty good. It really is amazing how much better I feel about how my body looks now compared to high school, when I was 30 lbs lighter.

Thanks for the input on NuvaRing, and the link! I'll look into it.

Yeah, I weighed about 25 pounds less in high school than I do now, and thought I was fat. Sigh.

I know! I had a tiny little belly, and I was so ashamed of it. Lord.

Yeah, I thought I was fat my whole life and hated myself for my tiny little belly. Now I really am fat, and I like myself. Go figure.

So I got a call at 6pm, we're coming into town, let's go eat, we'll be there at 7. So I got dressed up, a little, you know, clean clothes and lipstick. 7:15, another call, oh we have to do this and that first, we'll be there at 8. So I'm sitting here in nice clothes, gathering cat hair, haven't eaten, and not expecting to see them until about 9. I'd be annoyed, but this is how things usually go with my family. Dinner will be nice as long as my niece doesn't drink too much and suddenly explode in a self-righteous paranoid fit, which is what happens about 80% of the time we go out with her. I love my niece, but I wish she'd get therapy. Honestly, I was looking forward to a quiet night in.

I hate waiting. I can't do anything ELSE while I'm waiting. Nothing productive that requires thought, anyway. Dammit. Don't know why it bugs me, I got nothing done all day long, all on my own.