And then I'm like, "Damn, cheesecake..." Or whatever it is she happens to be talking about. 90% of the time, I'm not even intrigued by desserts or candies or treats of any kind. Right now, for example, a slice of colby jack cheese sounds really good.
In other news, I think my brain is broken. I think I'm so used to being overloaded that I am now incapable of doing one thing at a time. I tried to watch The Nanny with Mom today and I nearly had a nervous breakdown because I was bored. So I tried coloring, just so I had something to do with my hands, and I was still having problems. When I'm in school, I've got homework, scene work (for acting classes), memorization, blocking, work, tests -- and for the most part, these all end up being due at the same time. Right now all I have to do is sleep and eat. I've started going shopping just to be engaged in some kind of activity, and I know that's going to be really bad news for my bank account. I can't afford to attend retail therapy for compulsive multitasking.
It doesn't help that my Mysterious Medical Appointment is looming on the horizon, and we haven't heard a single thing about my lab work from my last visit. Or that I keep praying about what I'm supposed to be doing in this weird limbo interim time, and I don't ever get any answers. I don't even get a stupor of thought.
Don't get me wrong, I believe in God, and I know He is there for me. I love talking to Him. It would just be nice if He would talk back every once in a while.