Friday, July 8, 2011

I am dying here!

It literally feels as if I am going to explode. I have been waiting the WHOLE day to hear back about 2 different jobs that I have interviewed for here in Boston. Its kind of getting down to the wire with the job thing and I was really excited about these opportunities. I can't believe it is almost 7pm and I haven't heard. I am seriously thinking that that means a big fat NO, and that is where we cue, anxiety. Yup my dear old friend whom I haven't spent much time with lately, thank you very much has decided it would be fun to camp out inside of me.

I think all this could be cured, well at least subdued with a big ol' fat brownie and a huge scoop of vanilla icecream drizzled with Mrs. Richardson's hot fudge sauce. Follow this up with a big ol' pepperoni pizza eaten with homemade ranch dressing, or a gigantic baked potato loaded with cheese, chili and sour cream, and did i mention cheese? Speaking of cheese, how about a lovely slice of new york cheesecake? OR I could just go with pounding a large warm loaf of french bread with a tub of margarine to slather on it with homemade strawberry freezer jam. Um hello? Can we say that I sound like an emotional eater? Well, if the shoe fits I guess. Don't worry though I will go and eat my little chicken tender with no salt and steamed broccoli and an apple (its the apples that are saving my life...) and see if I die before the night is through. Though I would give anything to do just what I want to...almost.

So here I sit. I was going to take a nap. I didn't. Because, well, I didn't want to sound like I had been taking a nap perchance they called. I wanted to go to the temple, but what if Im there and they call?! So here I sit, trying to entertain myself while my anxiety grows and grows. If I'm dead tomorrow, you'll know why.