9:34 p.m. | 2004-02-08 Because I�m Worth It. Taking care of me takes a lot of work. I know, because I�m the one doing all the work. Funny that. So, every other week or so, I go grocery shopping � which I loathe � and, every weekend, I cook up all my meals for the week. Because there is no way in H E doublehockeysticks, I�m gonna come home and cook/prepare my meals on a daily basis. My daily goal is pretty much just to make it through the workday. Once that�s accomplished, any chores/errands that get completed are the proverbial frosting on the cake. Except, not that sweet. Or pretty. Alas, I digress. There�s no better place to digress than Diaryland, I swear. They don�t let me do that at work. Well, not in my written work. It�s all technical or whatever. Anyway, I got up early to throw some ribs and BBQ sauce in the crock pot, grab the newspaper and go back to sleep. And, trust me, even that wasn�t easy. I need my beauty sleep and how. Later on, I got up, showered and proceeded to go online to catch up with all my diary reads. That�s gonna take some time but I�ll get there. I could skip all the entries I�ve not read but I might miss something important. After hours of that, I had to stop so I could finish cooking/preparing my meals for the week. This week, I�m having BBQ ribs, pasta salad, turkey pastrami sandwiches, citrus fruits and veggies/salads. Not all at once, of course. I like the majority of my food intake to consist of homemade meals prepared with fresh foods. That requires a lot of preparation and whatnot. But, remember, I�m worth it. I tend to forget that fact during the hours that it takes me to make all this happen. So, I was dicing some celery for my pasta salad, with my knifey-like thing that doesn�t seem to be sharp yet cuts through it like butter and prevents that whole celery string thing from happening, when I had a little muscle spasm and just barely nicked my thumb. Barely. Just some nicking. A little bit of nicking is similar to a paper cut. Blood fricking everywhere. The life-force is not something I really want in my pasta salad. Pine nuts I want. Blood, well, no. Not that. Off to curtail bloodletting and to find a bandage. And, if you cook and/or prepare food at all, you know that a simple nick messes up that whole thing in a big way. Slice a pinky? Not a big deal. It�s easy to keep a pinky all lofty and whatnot. Not so easy with a thumb. Due to blood flow, continuous hand washing and cheap bandaids, it�s hard to keep it all clean. So to speak. But, I did. Because I�m worth it. Sometimes, my worthiness irritates the heck out of me. Yet, it�s reassuring in an odd way. your thoughts? seed flower