No sleep last night, but not really because of my tummy, more because of Monty wanting to sleep on my head rather than next to it and he wanted to purr very loudly and he wanted me to pet him pretty much all fucking night, and the fact that I got my period in the middle of the night, and my tummy, a little bit, I think, but it was kinda hard to tell with the rest of the circus going on.

But I do hate finally falling asleep properly and the cats finally settling down pretty much at 7.58a when my alarm went off at 8a. I hit snooze for an hour, and I having been doing that recently, I'm trying to get out of the habit.

This Jack Sprat trying to eat with little fat thing is tricky.

I go to the deli and stare at the food thinking, "What do I like? Bologna hero with mustard. Grilled cheese with tomato and ham. Beef patties. What of the things that I like can I eat? No idea. Grilled cheese is out, I'm almost certain that there's fat in cheddar cheese, and ham too, possibly. Beef pattie? Is that fatty? It's beef, so...maybe? Bologna hero with mustard--now there won't be fat in the hero roll, and mustard is fat-free, but is bologna a fatty meat? Is bologna a low-fat meat? Is bologna a meat? Argh!"

So I eat a pack of Twizzlers for lunch. At least I know what candy is fat-free! Twizzlers, Good 'n' Plenty, caramels, Dots, Chuckles, Tootsie Rolls (I'm pretty sure on that last one). Marshmallows won't have fat, they're all sugar and gelatin. If it hasn't got nuts or nougat or chocolate, it hasn't got fat. It's almost a treat to eat something and not even feel mildly ill.

I'm going to have to go to the store like Spalding Gray in Gray's Anatomy when he was on the all raw vegetable diet to help his eyes, thinking, "Nothing for me down that aisle!"

What can I eat? Starches, I suppose, rice and potatoes and pasta, but no sauce, because spicy makes me ill as well. Vegetables, but I only like broccoli and corn. And cauliflower, but with cheese sauce, so cauliflower is out. At least I can still drink soda, thank you Jesus. If I couldn't, I'd probably keel over in the middle of the street.

Actually, since burping all the time is another symptom, I probably shouldn't be drinking the soda, but you know what? Fuck that!

I felt bad enough yesterday that I cut rehearsal, which made me feel pretty guilty, but I just wasn't up to the mental strain. Also, I hadn't even looked at my lines or the script since the last rehearsal before Thanksgiving, so an even better reason. Give the director one more day of a reprieve before showing her what a total slacker I am.

The other thing that I did was move my doctor's appointment from Friday to Thursday. I would have preferred today, but there wasn't anything available. I can't figure out if I'm feeling worse because I am feeling worse, or if it's because now that I have a possible name to attach to it, I am viewing myself as a Sick Person rather than a person whose digestive system is wonky.

Eating is like playing pin the tail on the donkey, I spin around and poke wildly at something to eat, hoping it's the right choice. I ended up choosing beef and broccoli from the Chinese restaurant. Ended up not feeling so bad. Maybe I didn't pin the tail on the donkey's butt, but I think I may have hit his thigh.

Happy 58th birthday, Randy Newman!

Today's horoscope:
Friends drop in unexpectedly or your place becomes a center of activity, chaos, and new directions.

One year ago today:
I was hoping that maybe he had been dead the entire movie, but I figured that was unlikely.

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