So yesterday I had heard that it was going to rain, so I put on my coat and hat and left the house, only to be blown back by the heat. It was 10a and it was too warm for a coat!

I almost changed, but then I thought that if it was going to rain later, it would get cooler, and I probably would want it. By noon, it was 76º. When I left, at 8p, it was 43º. So yeah, the coat was a good idea.

76º yesterday, today it's supposed to be in the mid-50's, tomorrow, the low 40's. Over the weekend, pneumonia all around.

While I was re-arranging the freezer and saying things like, "Hey, how long have I had all these pork chops?" I made a decision. I am not going to buy any more food until I eat all the goddamn food that I have. You know, except for things that need replacing, like milk and pop and soup and rice and staples like that, things I cannot do without.

But other than that, and possibly ingredients, like I had to buy the yoghurt to made the stroganoff, or I couldn't have used the meat that I already had, I am not going to buy another thing until I have consumed all those damn pierogies and crab cakes and pigs in a blanket hors d'oeuvres!

While we're at it, I am also not going to buy any more bath stuff until I, not use up everything or I'd never get to buy anything again and my heart would break, but at least dig a hole in my incredible surplus of supplies.

Hundreds of bars of soap and masques and bubble baths and scrubbies and bath gels and cleansers and shampoos and conditioners and bath bombs do I have! And by hundreds I do not mean a wild, Kymmish exaggeration, but real actual hundreds. And it's not as though I wasn't aware of this, and I did actually finish one bubble bath, one shampoo, one soap and one conditioner this weekend, and I was so filled with joy at this that I decided to concentrate on using stuff up rather than getting new stuff.

Opening a new soap is as fun as buying it in the first place, and there are plenty, let me make this perfectly clear, plenty to open.

So, let's see, in July I go to Canada, and I'll be able to go to Lush then, but until then, nothing! You know, except for it I totally run out of a product, which will actually happen with shampoo and possibly conditioner, but not with anything else. Though if someone gives me something, I will not fling it back in their face.

I wonder how well this will work? Better than that no-buying year, you think?

An addendum to the above, no getting any new bath stuff except, of course, for the Funeral Home bath gel and body lotion that I have on order with Demeter. I swear, I love that scent so much, I spray it on myself a minimum of 10 times a day.

I know that sounds stinky, but remember, there are no fixatives in the scent, so it wears off faster than regular perfume. But since I love the top note of the scent the very very best, I'm thrilled to keep re-applying. I even use it instead of deodorant.

I want the bath gel and the body lotion! Want want want!! But it's on back order, because they have re-designed the bottles and the new caps are no good and they have to get more and blah and blah and blah. This is of course all due to the fact that I had to fall in love with a scent that they don't keep the whole line of in the store.

There is something wrong with the above sentence, but every time I try to make it better it gets far worse, along the lines of "Of which up it would be fucked."

So yesterday I called Cynthia because I wanted to squeal all about sexy sexy Vince D'Onofrio cutting his hand, but she was on a shoot. Fran, however, had taken a vacation day, so I told him instead. Hey, I had to tell someone.

"And then he takes this switchblade and then he cuts his hand..."
"That's something you want to get on the first take..."
"And the blood's all running down and it's Just. So. Hot!!"
"Uh-huh."
"I think I'm the only person alive who reacted like that to that scene, though."
"O no, not a chance, I'm sure you can find an internet group devoted to it."
"Yeah, but I think that anyone else who thought that scene was Just. So. Hot. are great big scary freaky freaks!"
"Well yeah, most of them would be, but I'm sure that there are a few nice, normal, friendly blood fetishists out there."
"Could be, but they are probably mostly great big scary freaky freaks."
"Yeah, probably."
"So, thanks for letting me gush! Good luck getting back to sleep."
"That's never a problem."

So, I was going to go to the dentist on Friday to get my crown put on, but I decided to cancel, since my tooth still hurts from the post and the filling on Monday. The crown that was re-glued is fine, the place where Dr. Berman poked my tongue with the drill is fine, but the post and filling still aches like hell.

I can't chew on that side or anything, which means that I've been all about soup and hot chocolate the past couple of days, hot chocolate because I don't drink coffee and it's the only thing that comes out of machines at work for free that I can stand. Also, it makes me feel as though I have eaten for up to an hour, so it's good on the old "distracting myself from remembering that I haven't eaten properly since Sunday" front.

On the one hand, it's a pain, I'm in pain, and I'm starving, on the other hand, it should help my weigh-in today, since I have been anything but faithful to WW recently, and I've been having those horrid Smart Ones dinners that I bought in a blaze of optimism that I wouldn't loathe them, but I do. And why is that good? Well, I'm eating the soft ones like spaghetti and ziti that don't take alot of hard-assed chewing, and I'm barreling ahead in my plans of actually eating what I've got in my freezer!

So, though I don't much want a second wave of tooth pain in the same week, it's working out well for me so far. Unless I'm as big and fat of a horse as I think I probably am when I weigh in and I find that I have gained all 17.8 pounds back because I've been sucking down Girl Scout cookies like a truffle pig.

'Cause then the tooth pain won't have helped at all, except for the cleaning out the freezer part of it. Can we tell I'm getting a weensy bit delirious from hunger?

Lenten entries missed:

Rick moved to a new URL, mused on what it's like to be Canadian (first the theme was bikes, now it's Canadians!), and wrote a fascinating three part series on Catholicism starting here.

Also, Rick has started a links list and has not put me on it. This is clearly because Rick likes to see me weep.

Today's horoscope:
Friendly banter sets the tone for today. Share your time with "the guys" or "the gals."

One year ago today:
...it was as though a button was pushed, the Spring button, and everything just stretched out.

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