14, Foodie, Michael Jackson, Wrongness, Lucifer and The Reaper

It is 14 today. 14. If it was a year for every degree it is right now, it could not even drive.

Let's talk food. I am a BIG OLE FOODIE. I love all kinds of food. Since coming out of the hospital, I have been on a high protein diet. A lot of people would think that is hard, and granted, you do miss bread, but I am loving this. I call it Meat and Cheese Diet. I lost 3 pounds yesterday and here is what I had to eat.

Breakfast: Ham, bacon, eggs, peanut butter, coffee with heavy cream and 2 Splenda

Lunch: Roast beef and cauliflower with cheese.

Snack: Coffee with heavy cream and Splenda

Dinner: Chicken Cordon Bleu, lemon fish, salad with lettuce, feta, tomato, avocado and Goddess Dressing

Dessert: Mascarpone with cocoa, Splenda and heavy cream whipped into a rich chocolate mousse

Snack: Celery with peanut butter and Laughing Cow Cheese; a really icy diet cream soda, and some ribs

That is a bunch of food. And it is GOOD. I do miss baking though. And I am peeing like a son of a bitch. Tonight I am having Meatzza, fresh mozzarella and balsamic vinegar. Then I will make a shake with ice, heavy cream, water, peanut butter and instant sugar free chocolate pudding.

Now, let us discuss hospital food. I was a snot-making machine, and yet, they kept bringing me milk. The portions are like TV dinners and there is just enough there to keep you hungry after the first bites of realizing that you hate that food and you better eat it because you are getting nothing else and you are so medicated that if you try to sneak out to get food, you are busted and in big fat trouble. There is one thing that tastes so damn good in the hospital: Cheerios. Man, it is like eating a steak it is so good. It was a hard let down when I was awake at 5:05 am and wanting some Cheerios and at 8:10 they brought me Corn Flakes. Fuckin Corn Flakes.

I was laughing too at a memory of Michael Jackson doing that interview with the Martin Bashir. Anne and I still laugh at Fanky imitating Michael Jackson talking about kids spending the night at his ranch. He said "I bring em miiiiiilk and cooooookies." Me being at the hospital was like a kid at Neverland except they brought me juice and painkillers. Fuckin juice and painkillers. Bless his heart. Here is the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ifn_JE4_-Wc

I am on my way to getting a clean financial start. I should have done this years and years ago. AND, I have absolutely no intention of being a broke bitch this year. And I plan on taking a real vacation. And moving mid-way across the country. Maybe even further.

I try not to judge people but I might be in denial about that. Here it is for me. For instance, I FEEL bad for the homeless or stupid. I do not THINK they are homeless or stupid, I actually FEEL it. So when they appall me and I ask them "What the hell is wrong with you?" I think that they think that I am THINKING there is something off and not FEELING there is something off. I am really FEELING something is wrong though, so technically I am not judging. You may be able to change what or how you think, but do you have so much control over what you feel?


God, I am horrible. I think Prednisone makes you the devil. Not only does it make you the devil, but you have no idea you are the devil and if you do have the slightest inclination that you may in fact be the devil, you couldn't give a shit. There is just no subject taboo enough that you don't ponder it and accept your thoughts on it.

Planning the Happy Hour for September. I like doing that.

I am feeling all Social Butterfly but with nothing to do and nobody to hang with. Probably has something to do with me being the devil. I cannot wait to get back to Texas.

Damn my mind is all BZZZZZZZT! Like lightening BZZZZZt! But . . . my body is giving out and cannot keep up at the moment. This must be what death approaching feels like - you can see it, you are fully aware of it, you just cannot get away fast enough. No worries - Body will catch up in a few more days.