I need to eat. I should eat. But eating makes me want to barf. Oh wait, eating MAKES me barf. Not every time. Just about a quarter of the time. But enough to make eating an unappetizing prospect.
I know what I want. I want porridge from the Nora Mill Granary in Helen, Georgia. I want it slightly sweetened. Not too much. I could settle for porridge from Jungle Jim's, but I can't see the texture to make sure that its what I want. They sell it in boxes, not bags. I can't see the grains when it's in boxes. Sigh. Aaron says I'm obsessing about the porridge. Am I obsessing about the porridge? Why is it that only porridge sounds good? Not oatmeal, not grits. Just porridge. I want the darned porridge NOW!!! Unfortunately, I can't get it til next week. Though I did let a friend know that he could get it for me for Christmas, and I would be perfectly happy with that present.
So I'm going to have a honey and peanut butter sannich on whole wheat bread. With Gatorade to drink. Maybe an apple, though the last time I had an apple it was a bit mushy, and I'm SO not into mushy apples. Maybe it was the individual apple, maybe it was the bag. Maybe it was the fact that Aaron picked them out. :) hehehehe.
I'm off to eat. If you can think of anything that might appeal to me, please let me know. Know that I am totally off of sweet things, unless it's ginger snap cookies, I don't like melted cheese right now, bread is unappetizing, and fruit in general makes me want to yak, along with veggies. All of this is TOTALLY not me, since those were all of my favorite things before the parasite invaded my uterus. :)
And Sarah Cool, Sunday might be a PERFECT time to knit. I'm FREE!!!