The foxy people always win in the end...

So, there's Emmett-stress. It's immense. And I'm torn between wanting a cigarette and a pizza, knowing that I don't actually want either of them. It's just that I've spent so long smoking when I was hungry, and eating when I really wanted nicotine, that my body is confused by all the signals it's getting now.

And I'm giving myself flack for eating the pizza and smoking the cigarette...when I haven't done either.

( All About Emmett )

You know, I need to find a way to turn this into an email and just send it to him. Because I don't need any more stress in my life. My coworkers are stressful enough.

Well, what's on tap for today?

I had been thinking about going to the gym, but it's a Saturday, which means it's only open from 10-1, and there are lots of ladies crowding into a small spot. Plus, I just went last night.

Okay, so the real reason I don't want to go is that Marty-woman has been there every Saturday, and I'm tired of getting the stink-eye. So I'm a gigantic baby, big deal.

I have also been thinking about hitting up the international grocery stores in Tachikawa, in the hopes of finding some foodstuffs that will increase the variety of meals. The downside of going to Tach is it's Saturday, and it will be crowded with people who increase my stress levels by stopping in the middle of the street.

Emmett is talking about coming to visit me again. Three weeks in May. On the one hand, it would be nice to have a visitor. On the other...he's going to drive me nuts, I can just feel it. That's right about the time I'll be starting work at the uni, and switching days with Sean in Star. No stress whatsoever.

Blargle. Time for water.