Baby cried the day the circus came to town...

Breakfast:
1.5 fried omelette w/ a small amount of cherry tomatoes, and a scattering of bacon
2 strawberries
tons of water

I have started drinking a ton of water since yesterday. The miserable heat has inspired me to do so. And it does make me feel more full. Of course, cravings for large amounts of sugary, buttery carbs never go away. I am on my period, so I might give-in soon....

Snack:
chocolate rice cake
caramel rice cake

Lunch:
large salad
12 oz. shrimp in rich crab sauce with peas
1 cup rice
small salad
fortune cookie
brownie

Snack:
13 fries?

Dinner:
12 edamame
1/8 of a bacon cheeseburger
5 oz. stir fry veggies
bite of pork chop
1 icecream sandwhich
lots of white wine

In the history of all bad ideas...........
Today I gave my number to someone who asked for it with romantic intentions. It felt like the most abnormal thing to do. But he had been sweet and nice, and strangely enchanted by me all evening. Maybe it was the wine. The food was not substantial, and I was slightly drunk for several hours. If there is a God, I feel like s/he is looking down at me and pointing and laughing. In movies and even some books, romance is so cute and natural and lovely. But in reality it's really weird and abnormal and awkward. But I guess this isn't romance. This is...an enema. An enema administered with affection. At least it feels like it right now. Part of me is horrified by my decision to give him my number. A lil bit of me is thrilled. If he never calls me I will feel relief and also a lil disappointment. But if he does call me, I'll probably puke or something. After coming from a long term relationship, going into all this is so weird and strange.