friday night

It's hot. Very hot. Too hot. It's dark. I'm not used to it getting dark so early.

I'm doing a math project--kind of. And watching Law and Order: SVU. I made miso soup earlier. It's way too hot for me to even think about it, though. My tummy feels funny. My head feels so hot. I've got ulcers in my mouth again. The roof of my mouth feels about covered. The right side of my cheek is swollen. I'm kind of a mess. No worse than usual, though . . . it always seems to be something.

Aaron and Leah and Dad are at the Austin High football game. Mom's the closing manager-in-charge (MIC) at Nordy tonight. I go back to work the first Saturday of November. I'm half-excited, half dreading it. Working as hard as that job requires will probably kill me.

I think I need to eat smaller lunches . . . I just end up not being hungry later. And technically I probably can't afford to lose much more weight.

I should have called Ashley to go to coffee like she wanted to. I just had no motivation to get out.

It's Friday night. I am quite pathetically, but intentionally, alone. And I'm burning up.