Feb 16 2009
Monosodium Glutamate
My head’s on a different planet this morning: yesterday went really well until the end of the evening, when it was slightly marred by my partner being blotto. This morning I’m still recovering from eating too much and a bad night’s sleep.
The day itself was cool: she was busy revising a bit for her upcoming interview and doing her Tae Bo workout. That’s my fault - I discovered Tae Bo a few years ago and really enjoyed it, so she gave it a try and loves it as well. Meanwhile, I was busy messing around on the computer and re-reading one of my favourite books. She managed to avoid drinking until fairly late in the day, making it (just about) to three days without a drop. After the day before’s nightmare of anxiety and stress from trying to resist, I was pretty darned proud that she’d survived and broken the two day circle.
The evening itself was iffy. She drew a little, producing something that should turn out really well, while I was trying to do a couple of blog entries over a very dodgy connection. We ordered in Chinese food from a local place that’s incredibly good quality and quantity for the price. Unortunately, by this time, she was drunk. So I had to sit there for about 90 minutes while she obsessed over a bunch of things before finally getting her to come and eat.
The food was wonderful, the film we tried to watch was brilliant (Mystery Men) even though she was having trouble focussing on anything much more than getting the food into her mouth without dropping it all over the place. She failed at that. Eventually, she decided she was too tired, as usual, and went to bed. Still, it was a pretty pleasant evening.
Unfortunately, again, I have a slight intolerance for monosodium glutamate, which tends to be somewhat overly present in Chinese takeaway food here in the UK. If I eat a full meal, there’s a very good chance I’ll wake up at four in the morning feeling like I’m going to die. I didn’t eat too much last night - I always order something simple like chicken and chips - but it still affected me, so I tossed and turned all night. Ho hum.
Today’s a slow day. I shall try to take care of some of the paperwork I’ve been avoiding and write some letters, but I have a feeling I’m going to be more of a couch potato than I should.
