Oh my God, I'm so sorry.
Milk is bad for me. But, when my body is craving something, I tend to give in. Food-wise anyway. I guess I needed the milk, but wow. I didn't think anyone would be home. No reason. It just seemed like you had already been here and left, and usually that means I have a few hours to myself. Things should've been fine before anyone else got home from work.
This little laptop has a lot of things plugged into it's ports, so I usually go to the cafe when I want to post something like pictures. I love my pretty little Flash drive. So, I settled in with a coffee and was about to get started when I thought about the image sizes. I'd like to have them like on PostSecret, where you can click on them to see them full-size. I know I'd asked my readers for help in this area a long time ago, but never actually tried it out. So, I checked out that secret place and noticed that the author is just uploading the images the 'Blogger' way. I didn't read the terms of service and can't find it now, so I chickened out of posting any pictures. (I don't like change, and I've had my PhotoBucket account for years.)
In other news, I'm starting to feel normal again. Health-wise. I decided on Saturday that I would take another drinking break. Any of the times I drank in the last bit, I only had two at the most. I thought I might well do it up right for St. Patrick's day before bidding my sweet friend adieu. Ouch. I actually couldn't really move yesterday. Not from nausea, or pain, but from dizziness. It kind of scared me because I'm obsessed with there being something wrong with my head. Physically, like a tumour, or a stroke, or an aneurysm. I know there is something wrong mentally.
That said, I've only disappointed myself once since failing to quit. That disgusting draught at Reflections was unnecessary, especially since I'd already shared a pitcher of pop with Chik. What was really gross, was chugging it in the back room like the addict I consider myself to be. Anything else I had to drink I consciously chose, and do not feel bad about.
It's great when people remember things you've said and actually think about you. I'm currently sitting here with a little leather fanny-pack that I got for $8 thanks to my dear, sweet roommate.
Maybe I'm wrong when I tell myself people only like me for the novelty.
Milk is bad for me. But, when my body is craving something, I tend to give in. Food-wise anyway. I guess I needed the milk, but wow. I didn't think anyone would be home. No reason. It just seemed like you had already been here and left, and usually that means I have a few hours to myself. Things should've been fine before anyone else got home from work.
This little laptop has a lot of things plugged into it's ports, so I usually go to the cafe when I want to post something like pictures. I love my pretty little Flash drive. So, I settled in with a coffee and was about to get started when I thought about the image sizes. I'd like to have them like on PostSecret, where you can click on them to see them full-size. I know I'd asked my readers for help in this area a long time ago, but never actually tried it out. So, I checked out that secret place and noticed that the author is just uploading the images the 'Blogger' way. I didn't read the terms of service and can't find it now, so I chickened out of posting any pictures. (I don't like change, and I've had my PhotoBucket account for years.)
In other news, I'm starting to feel normal again. Health-wise. I decided on Saturday that I would take another drinking break. Any of the times I drank in the last bit, I only had two at the most. I thought I might well do it up right for St. Patrick's day before bidding my sweet friend adieu. Ouch. I actually couldn't really move yesterday. Not from nausea, or pain, but from dizziness. It kind of scared me because I'm obsessed with there being something wrong with my head. Physically, like a tumour, or a stroke, or an aneurysm. I know there is something wrong mentally.
That said, I've only disappointed myself once since failing to quit. That disgusting draught at Reflections was unnecessary, especially since I'd already shared a pitcher of pop with Chik. What was really gross, was chugging it in the back room like the addict I consider myself to be. Anything else I had to drink I consciously chose, and do not feel bad about.
It's great when people remember things you've said and actually think about you. I'm currently sitting here with a little leather fanny-pack that I got for $8 thanks to my dear, sweet roommate.
Maybe I'm wrong when I tell myself people only like me for the novelty.
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