I'm still losing weight. Not a full pound this week, but the scales are still headed the right way. It's been cold and rainy and so I had to pull out warmer shirts from the back of the closet, things that I hadn't looked at since last winter. It was nice to find myself putting on a shirt that I couldn't wear last winter.
I am tired. Just beat. It might be because with the cold and damp came the aching bones. With a vengeance. Don't know. I talked to a friend who was complaining about the same thing. She's my age, doesn't take tamoxifen. Does this simply happen as you get older? Have I been blaming the tamoxifen for something that simply and coincidently began at the same time? That was an interesting thought.
I think that I'm starting to get with the program for school. A lot of writing though, and I'll be working to put together a power point, and...well... gees. If I start thinking too far ahead, I just make myself nervous. Takes a deep breath. Well. That's what I'm up to today.
Mrs. Spit has a column plagiarized. I went over to Mommy Outnumbered to compare the two columns. Word for word, except that Mrs. Spit's was dated first. Turns out that all of 'Mommy's' blog posts were swiped from other blogs. Now why would a person do that? What was she looking for? Attention? Pity? When you read her profile, well, she sounds a little freaky, talking about when she gets an overwhelming urge to be around blood, she goes to play in the ER. (She claims to be an ER nurse). Bizarre attitude. I find myself hoping that she's NOT an ER nurse. Can you imagine being cared for by a nurse who's watching everything with a sick fascination, having the time of her life? Ew. Maybe she's just a compulsive liar. Terribly lonely. A longing to be someone. Is Katie Pearson even a real person? We don't know. Her blog will be taken down and we'll probably never know the rest of that story. I guess that I'm nosy.