Stream of Semi-Consciousness.

Coffee came home for dinner and ate fish burritos. On one hand it’s great to see him during the ‘day’ but on the other hand it makes the remaining hours go by SO SLOWLY that it makes me want to smack my head against the wall.

Tonight I’m going to have toast for dinner, I think.

I watched Oprah and saw a team of people clearing out literal tonnes of chaos from a home that housed a hoarder. It was stunning and saddening and then stunning again. While I am conscious of my ability to attract and hang on to a certain amount of clutter, I could not fathom the levels that were evident in this home and it made me sad to think about living that kind of a life.

Then I watched Dr. Phil and saw anorexics and bulimics and I got that same irrational feeling that I would imagine a schizophrenic gets when the voice inside their head insists that they toss themselves out of the window. The rational mind knows that’s not a good idea but that voice makes it pretty compelling. I am so grateful for the therapy that cured me of my eating disorders – and I’m glad that the rational mind is a trillion times stronger in my own brain these days – but that doesn’t mean I never feel that urge.

I really want to wander around my house, camera in hand, and take photos of everything “odd” in each room. There’s a big bag of food additive in the bedroom, for example, and holy water in the bathroom and, in short, a lot of things that I store in weird places. They’re not “misplaced”, they’re exactly where I want them. Maybe I’ll do that on Monday.

Today it snowed big, fat, slow-moving flakes and they actually stuck around for more than a few minutes. Nothing that’ll require a snow shovel but enough to make me feel re-giddy about the Christmas baking we’re doing this weekend. Snow! Holidays! Ho! Ho! Ho!

Now that I’m tapering down my dose of Spironolactone, I’m ramping up my consumption of potassium. I hadn’t realized just how many of my favourite foods (broccoli!) contain large amounts of potassium until I was told to stop eating as much of it. On Monday I’ll be finished tapering down and, ohmygod, I’m going to buy and eat an entire bunch of bananas. Not to mention my downright pornographic lust for a big glass of Valencia orange juice.. *shiver*

Why isn’t it 8pm yet? 8pm is when Coffee finishes work on Fridays and ohmygod, WHY ISN’T IT 8 PM YET?!

CSI TIME! BYE!