Again, little to update on today. Shobhit was off work at 6:00 yesterday so I opted not to see any movies or anything and just stay home for the evening. I was still home nearly two hours before he was, so at his request, I chopped a bunch of vegetables I hate but which he wanted to use to make himself dinner with before said vegetables went totally bad: broccoli (even then I only chopped about half the giant bag from Costco); okra; and bitter gourd. I threw out one of the three bitter gourds because it was all mushy, and a few of the okras were bad too. They all smelled awful, but that's because I hate all of them.
I had one of three sandwiches Shobhit has in turn brought home from Starbucks -- all of them their Almond Butter, Strawberries & Jam sandwich, something rather similar to what I used to make myself at home quite often and almost never do now that Shobhit lives at home again. These ones don't get fried, though. And it literally only occurred to me while I was writing this paragraph that I do still have the option of frying these sandwiches too if I really want. Something to remember for the other two still left! Although I'm not sure if they'll stay good long enough. Their respective "best by" dates were September 27, September 28 and September 29. I ate the oldest one. It was fine, really.
I also had the second-to-last slice of the pumpkin pie Shobhit made last weekend. Sheesh! I'll be glad to be rid of such tempting deliciousness at home constantly. I also had four of the dinner rolls I brought home as a work sample last week. I thought I was going to share two of them with Shobhit but he fell asleep after eating his vegetable dishes with five frozen parathas. I weighed in at 148.1 lbs this morning, which is roughly 10 lbs heavier than I really want to be, but I was still relieved because that's exactly what it was yesterday morning too so at least it's not up.
And I was doing really well with not eating any junk at work this morning until some asshole left a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts in the kitchen. So I had one of those.
Shobhit and I otherwise had the standard evening: eating while watching TV, break for the New York Times crossword puzzle. We only had to Google a few of the answers. I don't know how the hell people coped with crosswords before Google. Literally we'd never solve any single one of these puzzles. Anyway, I watched single episodes of Great News and The Mindy Project and then three, maybe four episodes of The Golden Girls.
I guess Netflix is raising their rates. So far as I can tell, it's just another dollar per month. It prompted Shobhit to text to ask me if it was still keeping along with Hulu. Um, yes it is! Also, it's a fucking dollar. Who gives a shit? Granted, that's for the streaming service. I literally can't find any information on changes to the DVD mail service, which remains notably more expensive. But I am not willing to give that up because there are still plenty of titles only available on DVD. Also, I need those for when I have Movie Nights.
We had our "Flu Shot Clinic" at work today. There's a couple of days of them but I wanted to get this needle business out of the way as quickly as possible. And almost-ironically, I didn't feel super great yesterday, felt almost like I was starting to come down with something, had a slight headache and took a single Aleve pill at two different points. I feel far better today, which is a relief. It would have been ironic if I had missed my free flu shot at work because I had to stay home sick.
I think I may actually be getting better about needles, actually. I still avert my eyes when seeing them on TV or movie screens, but even when I do see them the reaction is not nearly as severe as it has been in the past. When I walked into the conference room where the shots were being given at work today just after noon, and I was asked how I was, I said, "I'll be fine as long as I don't see a needle!"
I pulled my sleeve up to the shoulder, and the shot hurt a tiny bit -- more the injection than the prick -- and then it was over practically before I'd even knew it had begun. I semi-hyperventilated maybe two breaths, and then already the lady was saying, "There, you survived."
I then proceeded to heat up the last of my leftover spaghetti, and eat my lunch for a few minutes out on the patio. Neither Mimi or Alicia joined me this time. I suppose Alicia might have had she not been presumably delayed slightly by following me to get her own flu shot, or had I waited a little longer out at the table. She was still assembling her lunch at the kitchen counter when I came back inside.
So, I guess I'll just get back to work now.