Butternut squach!

(I don't know why I said that. I think I'm having tourettes...)

Or maybe...... its because I feel like a butternut squash today...?
And how, might you ask, does a butternut squash feel? Oh, I'll tell you how a butternut squash feels....

A butternut squash feels fat because it has very a huge bottom.
A butternut squash feels sad and yellow (well doesn't it look sad?).
A butternut squash quickly gets aggravated when people say "well, hellu there pumkin'..." It's not a pumkin. It's a butternut squash.
A butternut squash likes to hang around with the regular squash, but the regular squash is OH, so much more popular.
A butternut squash is always picked last.
A butternut squash has so much things it wants to do, but so little time to do it in.
A butternut squash sometimes get sliced into two halves and get its guts ripped out. It feels bad when that happens and misses its other half (even though she knows she really is the better half).
A butternut squash feels homesick when separated from the family.


That's how a butternut squash feels.

The effects of stress

Yesterday at half past one in the night I got the idea that my alarmclock had gone off. I looked at it - drowsy - and thought it said six thirty, so I pulled myself up, took a shower, got dressed and fed the cats. The first clue I got that it was middle in the night was when my cats didn't come for breakfast. I went to the couch where my grey cat Aska lay, firmly asleep. I poked at her, she did wake but didnt move so much. Strange, I thought. But I couldn't stand there and poke the cat all morning, (no matter how funny it is to poke sleeping cats) I had to go to job. So I looked at the watch to see how late I was, and THEN I realized that the wristclock said 01.55. At first I thought the watch had stopped, but then I realized... it hadn't.

Needless to say, I was pretty upset. And my hair was wet. Do you know how bad it looks to go to bed with wet and short hair? It's bad. I would have to wash my hair again when I got up for the second time. Oh, the horror! I went back to bed, I tossed and turned all night, barely getting any sleep at all.

By telling this story to a couple of friends, I realized that (looking back on the past weeks) I have been completely stressed out. Some of it was workrelated stress.Some of it was anxiety for my boyfriend who today leaves me for three weeks in Thailand (I'm a little worried he will have forgotten something at home, like his passport, or that he will miss the plane).

The wake up was in deed a wake up call. Or more like a big blinking neon sign telling me 'Slow down!'. My boyfriend will get to Thailand, and I will get my work done when I get it done. I am doing it as fast as I can.

Now I'm sitting on the couch, all alone for the next three weeks. I'm missing my boyfriend all ready, but at the same time I'm excited about living alone, coming and going as I please, eating when and what I please (mmm bacon!), reading on the couch... I have a feeling I will get some more blogging done. ;)

Until next time, have a great weekend!