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May. 20th, 2003 07:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7http://www.internetnews.com/IAR/article.php/2209001
An article sent me in one of my webmastery newsletter emails, that discusses spam and mentions Wegman's!!! Weird, huh? Weggie's will rule the world someday. I'd rather they did than anyone else, really; food would be cheap, plentiful, and quality. I can't argue. Also, healthy.
In other news, I had plans for all kinds of stuff to do last night but I got home, showered, ate leftovers, IMed with my mom a bit, and fell asleep instead. I was asleep by 7:30 and got up this morning at 6:30. I feel much refreshed.
But my foot-- the ball of my foot that I think I bruised after the funeral running around the lawn-- is worse. I've probably stretched a tendon or bruised a bone or something, right in the middle of the ball of my right foot. Oof. It's getting worse not better, too. So I could go to the doctor, and they'd tell me to keep off it. Well how would I get home from the doctor? And how would I get to work and back? There's really no way for me to keep off it. So... I might find a doctor I can walk to, just because my eczema is so bad it actually woke me up last night, burning and itching, and maybe they'd have some insight into something I can actually do with my foot. I also should go to the gynaecologist. Since I'm 23 1/2 and have never gone to one in my life. Holy crap, I'll be 24 in like 3 months. Holy crap! I'm old.
I've got my feet up today, at least. There's a comfy crappy old chair that would be awful to sit in, but is perfect for having my feet up on.
I have lost another 4 pounds, though. I'm 10 pounds lighter than I was when Dave and I left for Buffalo for last weekend-- before Eric's graduation party. Odd and ironic considering how much I ate that weekend and this week.
I have to say I feel even worse for Dave's mom now. She had Mr. K. for 30 years as her companion. I've only had Dave as my companion for a bit under a year now (we started dating around the end of June 2002), and I've been deprived for like a week and it's absolutely killing me. By 'deprived' I mean we just haven't spent much time together. Mostly our companionship consists of me sitting next to him on the couch and putting my head on his shoulder as we read Internet comics.
Hey, man. That's kind of important...
Right, I have to go finish a project that would take me another 2 weeks except they want it now. Hmph. That'll be a neat trick, but of course I won't get credit for it.
An article sent me in one of my webmastery newsletter emails, that discusses spam and mentions Wegman's!!! Weird, huh? Weggie's will rule the world someday. I'd rather they did than anyone else, really; food would be cheap, plentiful, and quality. I can't argue. Also, healthy.
In other news, I had plans for all kinds of stuff to do last night but I got home, showered, ate leftovers, IMed with my mom a bit, and fell asleep instead. I was asleep by 7:30 and got up this morning at 6:30. I feel much refreshed.
But my foot-- the ball of my foot that I think I bruised after the funeral running around the lawn-- is worse. I've probably stretched a tendon or bruised a bone or something, right in the middle of the ball of my right foot. Oof. It's getting worse not better, too. So I could go to the doctor, and they'd tell me to keep off it. Well how would I get home from the doctor? And how would I get to work and back? There's really no way for me to keep off it. So... I might find a doctor I can walk to, just because my eczema is so bad it actually woke me up last night, burning and itching, and maybe they'd have some insight into something I can actually do with my foot. I also should go to the gynaecologist. Since I'm 23 1/2 and have never gone to one in my life. Holy crap, I'll be 24 in like 3 months. Holy crap! I'm old.
I've got my feet up today, at least. There's a comfy crappy old chair that would be awful to sit in, but is perfect for having my feet up on.
I have lost another 4 pounds, though. I'm 10 pounds lighter than I was when Dave and I left for Buffalo for last weekend-- before Eric's graduation party. Odd and ironic considering how much I ate that weekend and this week.
I have to say I feel even worse for Dave's mom now. She had Mr. K. for 30 years as her companion. I've only had Dave as my companion for a bit under a year now (we started dating around the end of June 2002), and I've been deprived for like a week and it's absolutely killing me. By 'deprived' I mean we just haven't spent much time together. Mostly our companionship consists of me sitting next to him on the couch and putting my head on his shoulder as we read Internet comics.
Hey, man. That's kind of important...
Right, I have to go finish a project that would take me another 2 weeks except they want it now. Hmph. That'll be a neat trick, but of course I won't get credit for it.
