Bogeyman Expands Scope of Bogeyness in North Minneapolis Household

I am unsuccessfully peddling a gallon of lentils that I made the other day during an over-ambitious stint in the kitchen. I thought I'd be able to palm some of them off on The Gnome, but then realized I had put turkey bacon in them and had to rescind the offer (Gnomey is vegetarian). Greta came over for dinner tonight, and I sent some home with her, to give to Kate. This leaves me with about one-and-a-half quarts. Any takers? They're not bad. And they're good for you. But if I have to eat any more of them, I'll probably puke.

I've been feeling under the weather. I missed a day and a half of school this week due to being home sick in bed. I've never skipped so much class. Mostly I have a headache, stomach ache, and just feel "blah" and "crummy." Is there a diagnosis for that? -s. says it's low blood sugar. Well. The diet is going OK. Those first two days were the hardest, but now I'm drinking green tea instead of my mochas, snacking on veggies and hummous, and eating grilled meat and salads (...and lentils). And the weather has been beautiful, so I was able to hit the running trail after school today--I made it two miles this time without stopping. That's steady progress for me, I was psyched.

Also, the bogey-man is back, and has expanded the scope of his bogeyness. First, he took my keys. When I came home sick on Tuesday, I put my bags on the couch and made a beeline for my bed. When I woke up, my keys had disappeared. I've searched everywhere. I always clip them to my purse. They're not there. UGH! And then, this morning, one of my shoes was missing--they were sitting right by the door the day before. I think the bogeyman has also set his sights on my car. After being fixed for about a day, the heater stopped working again for several weeks. Until today, it being about 50 degrees out, I hit a big bump and it suddenly turned on. Egads, the sad irony. I also have an ongoing issue with my tires losing air, which came to a head this week when I discovered that all three gas stations in my neighborhood have broken air hoses. I didn't discover it, though, until after I went to the first station and drained all the air out of my tire while trying to fill it with the broken air hose. Ugh! After unsuccessfully trying to fill it at broken air hose elsewhere, I coasted home on the rims. None of those stations have a sign indicating that the air hoses are broken. I want my 75 cents back, bastards. Matt loaned me his super duper jumper cable & air-compresser kit. It's the most excellent contraption ever, and fixed my problem right up.

I wonder if the Bogeyman likes lentils?