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May. 18th, 2004 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindePoints of self-aggrandizement:
* Weight is down markedly this morning. YAY.
* Similarly, I am today wearing a linen blouse I hadn't tried on since last summer, which at that time was a leetle tight across the frontage--gave a slight impression that my breasts were going to come bursting out at any moment like an Alien. Now it's loose. Half YAY, as it's actually too large to be as becoming a garment as it had been previously.
* I shut Steve's pie hole last night with respect to his whinge that he never gets good Chinese food in NYC except when we're in Chinatown, which we never are. Charlie Mom is not an awesomely life-changing eatery, but it's quite good, and now the pooky is happy (nay, smug!). YAY.
On the other hand, if NJ Transit doesn't stop sending a shorter than usual train for the 7:58 (which is just about the busiest train that hits our station), I shall be very put out. Ditto if the office cleaning guy doesn't stop throwing out the plastic thing I use to put my tea strainer on so it doesn't drool all over the desk.
By rights I should be comatose, as I had a devil time falling asleep last night, but it isn't so. Hello, estrogen!
* Weight is down markedly this morning. YAY.
* Similarly, I am today wearing a linen blouse I hadn't tried on since last summer, which at that time was a leetle tight across the frontage--gave a slight impression that my breasts were going to come bursting out at any moment like an Alien. Now it's loose. Half YAY, as it's actually too large to be as becoming a garment as it had been previously.
* I shut Steve's pie hole last night with respect to his whinge that he never gets good Chinese food in NYC except when we're in Chinatown, which we never are. Charlie Mom is not an awesomely life-changing eatery, but it's quite good, and now the pooky is happy (nay, smug!). YAY.
On the other hand, if NJ Transit doesn't stop sending a shorter than usual train for the 7:58 (which is just about the busiest train that hits our station), I shall be very put out. Ditto if the office cleaning guy doesn't stop throwing out the plastic thing I use to put my tea strainer on so it doesn't drool all over the desk.
By rights I should be comatose, as I had a devil time falling asleep last night, but it isn't so. Hello, estrogen!
