If I did not know better, I would be intensely worried that we would be hearing the pitter-patter of little porkchop feet. Or would that be piglet feet? Or piglet hooves, for that matter?
My eating habits lately, have taken a turn for the worse. This weekend's menu was Cheeze-It's, chedder cheese and a entire jar of greek olives. And copious amounts of chocolate. As well as a assortment of other odd foods that I normally couldn't care less about. Today for instance, I was craving egg salad. EGG SALAD? I DON'T EVEN LIKE THE STUFF! Nevertheless, I ate some for lunch, and then came home to make myself a WHOLE FREAKING BATCH.
My behavior is rather strange as well. I find myself being QUIET. YES! ME! QUIET! I have been suffering horrible writer's block and instead of listening to my usual rousing music, I find myself soothing my ears with strains of classical.
While all these things are not foreign to me, they normally find themselves to be the exception to the rule, rather than the rule itself. This is quite strange indeed.
I really wish I would return to my normal self soon. I am tired of people constantly asking--Why are you so quiet? Have you suffered a stroke? WHYARE YOUSOQUIETDAMMIT? ARE YOU GOING TO BLOW US ALL UP? I am tired of eating foods I feel quite silly for liking. I am tired of not being able to enjoy my stereo system. Something about Chopin creeping out of my car just isn't right. For crying out loud, I cannot even write properly anymore. I misspell words, I am not funny, forget what I am writing about mid-sentance, and have NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT.
The day when I would call ONE version of myself vaguely "normal" has finially arrived. And I want me back.
B
Not to be creepy, but are we on a mindlink or something?
I know exactly how you feel. Today I sat at my desk and ate crackers and squirty cheese all afternoon. Then came home and binge-ate chocolate ice cream.
Intern John told me I've "lost my edge".
blame it on the moon, that's what do. Nuthin' wrong with eating a jar of olives. I eat pickles for breakfast sometimes. good stuff.
Yep, and I injected a whole lotta spinach soup this evening (as chronicled on today's blog entry). What I failed to mention in my writing is that I washed it down with 12 oz of chocolate milk!
My kids are constantly amazed at the odd variety of food that I eat, and music I listen to. But they write it off as "Dad is old and weird."
They're probably right on both counts :)
Nothin' wrong with a little variety Porkchop
Did I mention I have also started forgetting things? My father, the man who smoked pot and has no short-term memory, was CORRECTING me about something which I did not remember.
I also ate Reese's Cup Cereal Puffs this morning for breakfast. 1.I hate cold cereal. 2. I hate cold cereal flavored after candy. 3. I ATE A HUGE FRICKING BOWL.
I swear, this is a sign of the times.