kjpepper | Rainy day fat girls, #12 and #14

So Bosslady did a double take at me when I was standing in her office, looked concerned for a moment, and then asked "Are you losing weight?" That's probably a good indication that I need to stop ignoring the fact that my appetite's been fucked up for the past little while. Of course, post Haven, I wouldn't be surprised if I'd danced out all my water. Still . . .

On an equally weird and kinda squicky note . . . there is something wrong with the universe when, after a squall of sweet summer rain, the world smells like the inside of a rancid swimming pool rather than nice yummy fresh earth. Damn chlorine.

My night to cook dinner and the chicken is marinating as I type. Mmmm!