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OK, I'm back up to having actual meals. I'm still good friends with gatorade, water, and the occasional easily-digestible, but for the most part I'm human. Well, except for the part about feeling all drugged and woozy, bleeding like a stuck pig from my unmentionables for months, and asking for rides rather than risking driving. But for that I have... a gynecological appointment on Tuesday at 10:45 in the morning. Convenient and swift timing is a goodness.
Regarding school, I have three A's in the bag, with a pre-calculus final on Wednesday. I've been pulling a high A through the semester in pre-calc, so unless my head-loopies get the better of me I ought to do well on the final and the class. That is, if I take the time I ought to for studying...
Aidan had his IQ test on Friday, but I have not heard from the school psychologist yet about it. That's annoying. I'll have to call her on Monday to find out what I can.
On the positive side, I am using my earlier lack of interest in food as a springboard into eating healthier portions. I'm gearing into a mode where I see food as a fuel, not as "something to do when I'm bored." It just might shave off a few pounds in the long run, which would be helpful.
I'm also swimming in the music of Visual Audio Sensory Theater. It's a little heavier than I've leaned towards of late, like Dead Can Dance meets NuMetal or something... It tickles the parts of me that like to dance, the parts of me that like powerful harmonies, and the parts of me that like flowy exotic feels, all in rather catchy package. Eh, I think it's interesting. You can form your own opinions about it.
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