After a weekend spent doing mommy duties and getting a much-deserved foot massage, I capped Sunday night with a meal of squid adobo. This dish is my long-time favorite, squid cooked in its own ink with vinegar, salt and pepper, onions, and lots of garlic. Now, squid agrees with me, for years and years now I never had problems with eating it.
So I’m guessing that the culprit for my bum tummy is that iced coffee I had at the mall before going home. Serves me right for buying from a little stall with no other customer except me. No wonder their cashier was grumpy. Arrrgghhh the twisting pain! I’ve been to the bathroom 3 times already. And the cramps are still coming in waves. Owners of Auntie Anne’s, may the fleas of a million camels and warthogs infest your sensitive areas without let up for a year! Ooooh my tummy! It hurts, hurts, hurts.
This is a not-so-glam excuse to break out my new blue ceramic tea set at work. I’ve been downing copious amounts of green tea in an attempt to calm the waves of turmoil in my stomach. It made me burp, so there was some relief for a while, but the heavy stone pushing on my belly from the inside is still there. I want to go home already, but I got roped in to conduct a meeting at 9 tonight. Bad, bad luck.
The tea set is pretty, alright. But now I know I’m going to associate it with a bad stomach ache so the joy of looking at it is much diminished. Awwww.
And so even with my dread of numbers, I find that the ruminations of the day need to be addressed numerically, if only to shore up with logic that which does not abide by it. Today I am finished with work duties, and my mind meanders to thoughts that I have been avoiding all the long weekend. Numbered for convenience but never sequentially, here’s the state of my being.
3 – glances from strangers last week, as though they know me, and then 3 glances away.
1 – whom I wish were dead remains all too near, and by all appearances, not dying anytime soon.
787 – the number of times I think friends have taken advantage of my kindness/graciousness.
2 – my kid’s teeth that have come out ahead of time while baby teeth are still hanging steady.
2 – cellphones lost and two new ones bought as replacements. One given to me by the universe.
4 – unread books on the shelf, mocking me and my pretense of not having time to read.
2 – men I love/have loved are now oceans away from me, and I do not know if any of this at all matters.
3 – redesigns made on this blog, before I arrived at this one. All excuses to avoid actual posting.
12 – episodes watched of Bones, season 4, all in one sitting.
22 – mini meatballs I made over the weekend and forgot to photograph for the food blog that I do not update.
What does all this add up to, I wonder? Randomness that boings back and forth into the universe? I maintain that I couldn’t care less whether or not I make an audible ping out there. It’s just that lately, the universe seems to be applying a vastly different equation to me.