Hydration

I'm obsessed with how much water I'm drinking and/or not drinking as the case may be. It's gotten to be this thing. Today I drank 3 liters of water, plus a medium sized earl gray tea. I swear to god, I went to the ladies' room about six times today. And one of those times was after a thirty minute phone call with a broker where I had to pee the whole time. I practically walked cross-legged to the ladies when I got off the phone.

I elected to watch the Law & Order marathon on tnt tonight and tivo Hotel Babylon later on tonight. I like HB because it's campy and the actress from Red Cap is on it (I really liked that show and was bummed when it was canceled). But Tamzin Outzewaite is totally not ageing well. She's showing some serious sun damage.

And I hate the Yankees. And JD Drew. And Theo Epstein for being a moron and thinking JD Drew was a good deal.

First One In A Long Time

So, not to be gross, but for the first time in what feels like forever, I got my period. This was depressing for two reasons. A) it meant I wasn't pregnant (not that I expected to be, I mean I just went off the pill a couple weeks ago) and b) it meant I was in EXCRUCIATING pain from Friday to Sunday.

I don't know if it was just that the memory of the pain had dimmed since it had been so long since I'd gotten a period or if I just blocked it because I didn't want to think about it. Either way, I hate my body. There's the usual issues of weight gain and bad hair and needing an eyebrow wax desperately when it comes to my body. But add that horrifying bloat that makes my pants uncomfortable and it's so not good. People think I'm kidding about the bloat, but I'm so totally not. I have tried everything: diuretics, period pills (like pamprin or motrin), drinking huge amounts of water so I have to pee every five minutes, even gas medicine like phasyme. Nothing works. I can't get rid of it. I'm so bloated my clothes don't fit. And I don't wear tight clothes.

But it's almost over. Another day or so. And the bloat is mostly gone. Hurray for that.

Sorry to be so gross.

My Husband Is A Weirdo

One of my best friends sells insurance for a living. We got some quotes from her for insurance and they were kind of high for life insurance. So we got some quotes from another company. And they were better.

The problem with doing business with friends is that you have to tell them when you're not going to do business with them. We're still going to use her for auto and home, just not for life. And I have to tell her that. Which is fine, because I warned her from the start that we would do what was best for us financially, but that we were willing to hear her out. So now I have to finish this up with her.

But Omar has not stopped talking about the life insurance thing since the guy left an hour ago. He's all excited about this and wants to keep talking about it. Look, you buy life insurance for when someone dies. I don't want to be talking about my husband dying when he's not even thirty yet. I'm all set with it. I don't know if we got enough insurance, but we can always add more once we have kids. So that's good.

The weather has been disgusting. Horrifyingingly disgusting. It's humid and hot and today it stormed. Even though I had an umbrella, it looked like I had showered in my clothes when I walked into my building. Blah.

MBTA Sucks

My train this morning was 20 minutes late arriving to pick me up for work. Fuckers left me to BROIL in the sun, wearing a black top, sweating like crazy. I don't even bother to do my hair any more for work. It's so hot and humid out that by the time I've walked down to the train station, my hair is limp and damp from sweat. I stink by the time I get there, too, and my clothes are all damp. And I'm not even walking fast! I give myself PLENTY of time to get there in the mornings so I don't have to rush, but I still end up with sweaty, damp hair and skin, with my clothes sticking to me uncomfortably. And forget it if the train's late. There's practically no shade at the station. I look disgusting by the time I get to work. I have to work from the Silver Line to work, too, so that's another 5-10 minutes out in the sun, getting all sweaty and stinky again after the a/c from the trains has finally dried me off.

I hate New England humidity.