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Monday, November 10, 2003

Failure of the Day: I don’t care what anybody says, food DOES equal love

One of my favorite long-standing traditions is “Nancy Gets Everything She Wants Day,” which I have allowed myself periodically over the last decade or so. I haven’t done it in a while because considering the state of my lifestyle, it seemed a little redundant. But after last week, which was so off the charts stressful and exhausting, I think I was just due for one real good, old fashioned NGESWD. So I had one. Actually one and a half: the second half of Saturday and all of Sunday.

As a result, I feel a whole lot better and seriously, you should see my new green shoes. And the three lime green paper lanterns in my room and a VERY odd green plastic elephant watering can, three sweaters (one of them green), one pair of pants, and a little green tumbler. It won’t be long now before every single thing in my room is green and then won’t life be grand!

I also finally fucked off the 1200 calorie a day thing because I lost 8 pounds in 8 weeks and then gained 3 pounds back last week for no reason whatsoever, and really, fuck that. So I had french fries for lunch yesterday and pizza for dinner, and I am frankly a better person for it.

I did not, however, have anything like a cigarette and that is still a source of some sadness for me but as long as I keep sucking nicotine through my pores, I am more or less OK with it.
Pores! They’re the New Mouth!

I also did not hit my NaNo word count yesterday, for the first time this month. I’m not sure if I will have the wherewithal to make up for the shortfall and the knowledge that I Will Never Catch Up will wear away at me until I finally can’t take it anymore and I quit on Wednesday or I will have a fit of inspiration and my character will do something besides complain about not smoking for 2300 words tonight and I’ll be back on track. Really, though, I’ll be OK with it either way as long as I still get to go to the “thank god it’s over” party.

And that’s the beauty of NGESWD: afterward, my life feels much more manageable. It’s like conditioner for the other side of my scalp.


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