THURS. MARCH 9

Oh, what a day where I could have used some nice comfort food...

But no. I had a Thin Mint cookie for breakfast, courtesy of Sabrina who really shouldn't have been in the cookies in the first place.

I fasted through lunch.

Then I spent several hours dealing with my mom going absolutely bonkers, raving insane, trying to explain for what had to be the 200th time that you cannot take a cast off a broken wrist just because you don' t like it, and you can't call the paramedics to take you to the ER so you can insist the doctor take the cast off, especially when that same ER has already put on 5 casts that you *have* managed to take off! We're talking hours. Hours on the phone with her. With her insurance company. With her nosy neighbor who never has anything to do with her unless there's something she can gossip about. Take it from me, I have spent more time trying to care for my mom's needs in the past three weeks than she spent my entire teenage years.

And I did it all without mashed potatoes, potato chips, or cinnamon rolls.

Okay, enough venting. Please excuse me.

I made fish for dinner had about 10 oz. of fish, with tartar sauce, about 1 T., and some pasta w/ parmesan sauce. And many, many Advil. I thought that was it, but Lee could sense my deep inner need and dished me out some chocolate chip ice cream with chocolate syrup. It didn't make everything better. But it sure didn't hurt.

Tomorrow I have lunch with someone who didn't know there were any other Christians in Hollywood. Then I have to go be a Brownie leader. Then I go to the Act One mixer, where I will be distributing Girl Scout cookies.

If *I* don't go stark raving bonkers in the meantime, of course.