In which it stinks to not have a job

Who knows when I'll be able to shop for groceries again? I'm eating my strawberry applesauce in baby bites so that maybe I won't get hungry again so soon. I've determined that I will never be anorexic. I couldn't do it. I'd go crazy. I saw a commercial for the club chalupa and I was like, "Dude -- I WANT ONE!" Yeah -- it's pretty sad when I'm hungry enough that I want something from a taco place.

My leg and foot hurt like the dickens. Is it perhaps because I'm lacking in calcium and potassium and it's cramping?

Last night I went to Perkins with Kelly. I only had pie which was only a dollar but now that I think about it, that money probably would have been better spent on a loaf of bread or a jar of peanut butter. Anyway, Rob and Matt and Randy were there too, and Randy came over to talk to Kelly and me, and Sue said, "Stop flirting with the girls, Randy." I said, "But Sue . . . He's not flirting with us because we're not flirting back." Then Randy said, "You look so nice tonight." I said, "No I don't . . . " He said, "Your hair is so pretty . . . " I said, "No it's not." Matt came over while this interaction was going on and I began to explain prepositions and how if someone does something WITH someone, the other person has to be doing it too. Matt said to Randy, "It sounds like a polite way of shooting you down . . . " A little while later, Randy asked if he could sit by me in the booth, and I said, "I guess you can -- if you really HAVE to."

*Sniffle* Applesauce all gone . . .
~MK