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Tues, Feb. 15
... I can smile at the good days
I should not be hungry. I shouldn't want to eat, but I am, and I do. And if I do, I will feel like a pig, but I'm so tempted to make a pit stop at Wendy's before I go to rehearsal.

You'd think I was PMS-ing or something. No, that was last week. You can tell by the amount of chocolate I ate.

I never used to be this bad. I didn't start getting PMS cravings and moods until the past year or so. And this has been going on for 10. Kat says it's an indication that I'm going to have lots of cravings and mood swings when I'm pregnant.

According to Ismarys, I'm an old soul. Blair and I both are, apparently. That's why it feels like she's the youngest of the three of us, even though she's 13 years older than both of us are.

And sometimes, I think Blair is scared of Ismarys. Heh. That was proved very clearly today. Well, maybe not totally scared of her, but he at least thinks that other people should be.

Today was the day of the chatty customer. I had more friendly, lets-spend-10-minutes-talking-about-the-weather kinds of people than usual. Which is nice--it's always good to have customers who are nice to talk to, rather than just grunt their way through the transaction (believe me, there are plenty of those, too), but today they all seemed to be out in full force.

Anyways.... I'm still wavering about that Wendy's. I wish I had some people's metabolism, and could eat that kind of crap without worrying about my weight or how healthy it is for me. Some people are just so lucky.

Alas, I'm not one of them.
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posted at 6:34 p.m.