01.19.2004
1:29 p.m.
I spent the weekend
I spent the weekend:
-Being photographed for a clothing/lingerie website, and being offered an opportunity to model for advertising for a barbeque sauce.
-Feeling guilty about not being at work.
-Going from restaurant to restaurant in Grand Rapids, looking for some place that had less than an hour and a half wait to eat dinner.
-Ending up eating dinner at Arby's. YUM!
-Grocery shopping for healthy foods to eat.
-Being approached by a woman at the store who actually startled me when she said "Ohmygod, I LOVE your hair! Who does it?"
-Giving previous woman the information for my hair stylist, since I couldn't find any of the business cards she keeps me supplied with.
-Supressing the desire to go back to the grocery store and hunt down the woman who liked my hair so I could give her one of the business cards I had discovered in a different pocket of my purse.
-Enjoying some lovely medicinal herbs, and spending the next few hours alternately enjoying excellent sex and trying to get my damned contacts to stop sticking to my (INCREDIBLY!) dry eyeballs.
-Being interrogated by a 3-year-old with a seemingly endless supply of both energy and questions.
-Feeling guilty for not going into work.
-Needing to have a beer with my dinner of Hamburger Helper on Saturday night, due to child mentioned previously.
-Being incredibly thankful for my husband.
-Trying to convince him that he really DOESN'T need to be gone every single week until June, without success.
-Trying to figure out when I'd be able to do the shoot that was cancelled for this next weekend due to the photographer's mother being scheduled for heart bypass surgery.
-Dosing myself with ibuprofen in order to keep my tooth from continuing the dull throbbing pain, interspersed with the shooting pain up into my head.
-Feeling guilty about not going into work.
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