When I realized that there were a bunch of ‘?’ in my post, I took them all out and tried to replace my entry w/ one lacking question marks. However, LiveJournal is having some technical difficulties and I can’t replace it. So, written below is the same entry, sans the question marks. Happy reading!
I was bummed about something so I ate a Zebra Cake and now I’m feeling guilty about it and wish that I was either bulimic so I could puke it back up, or that I could reverse time and make it so that I didn’t eat it. One look at me and you know I’m not bulimic, but unfortunately I have no time-traveling spells to cast either. Dammit. Maybe I’ll just drink an absurd amount of water to make up for it. Brilliant!
I finally filed my nails down a little bit and I’m typing w/ much greater ease than I was earlier in the day. Somewhat unprofessional, yes, but at least it gave me something to do to pass the time. Today is a day that Father Time forgot – he has decided against making an appearance and thus time is moving at an incredibly slow rate. I look at the clock on my phone for at least 115 seconds before the minute numeral decides to proceed. I would think that maybe the phone’s clock battery is dead, but the computer clock isn’t moving, either (nor is my watch or my cell phone clock), so that’s how I came to realize that Father Time just forgot about us. I guess he thinks he has more important things to do than keep an eye on Eastern Daylight Time.
Shel pays for me to eat at nearly every restaurant we visit, which makes me feel terribly guilty. Yes, it’s true that I’m pretty poor now because my savings account has been depleted, but I’m not destitute (yet). Regardless, he always pays for me and I greatly appreciate it. But last night we went to Damon’s – the closest restaurant that serves salmon – my new favorite food – and I was feeling especially stubborn and wouldn’t let Shel pay for me. So, instead of indulging in salmon, which would have put me back $15, I got the French Onion Soup, which was only $3. And, to be even more pigheaded, I got water to drink. I wouldn’t even let Shel buy me dessert, which he offered to do several times. He even offered to grab our waitress and make her put in an order for salmon, but I wouldn’t let him do that either. So now here I sit. It’s 2:06pm and I’m hungry because I’ve had neither a proper dinner nor a proper lunch. All because I’m stubborn. (The lunch thing is because I had to run some errands on my break.) But I have had a Zebra Cake. Silly, Ali. Next time the boy offers to buy me salmon, I’m going to take him up on it.