Don't read this, it's boring.

I'm raging on hormones right now, and I'm not sure why. I'm eating like a pregnant woman, although I know I can't be pregnant because I'm perioding.
Today I have consumed two popsicles, an apple, string cheese, a can of chili, half a cup of cottage cheese, a cherry-spiked fruit cup, an apple pie topped with cheddar cheese, air-popped popcorn sprinkled with Butter Buds that simply shifted to the bottom of the bowl, and a weird salad. I just made this salad and ate it; it was oddly delicious. The salad was what made me think of pregnant women, because it was made of lettuce, "sweet and spicy" tuna, blue cheese dressing, paprika, and gorgonzola cheese. It looks less weird in print than I thought it would. It was very strange to make.
I've also smoked 10 cigarettes, menthols, much more than I normally smoke in one day.
I had a weird weekend. I'm not seeing any clients yet. They keep calling, wanting to know when I will see them. It's the same set of 5 guys who just keep calling. I've assigned them a special ringtone so that I know it is one of them calling. I groan inwardly when they call, because I know I will have to answer a call eventually, and when I do, I will not have anything to say. The truth about why I am not seeing clients yet is slightly embarrassing; I might post about it later, I might not.
Sorry for such a boring post.
One client called me to remind me to send him pictures. He claims he's forgotten what I look like. I told him Monday that I would send pictures; by Friday, he wanted to know wtf happened. I told him I forgot, and apologized. I farted around on my gmail account for a little bit before I sent the pictures half an hour later, at which time he called and wanted to know about the pictures. I told him I'd just hit send on them. Later that afternoon, he called and asked if I got his email back. I said I hadn't; we flirted for a bit. I was consumed with heating up some of these weird spicy Korean noodles one of my friends had stolen from a random apartment and didn't get around to checking his email until I got off the phone with him. He enclosed a link to a picture... a HOT young virile picture of him in a tuxedo at a wedding.
We will see what happens. I'm anxious to see this guy now. His voice sounds deeper than his photo shows, and he not only says things like "you look real good" but also types them in an email, so I know he's young, wants to be thought of as a thug but can't be a thug because he dresses like a fratboy except with baggier pants, and probably listens to bad rap music.
I always assume random things about clients based on little clues like this, and it's always better than I think, so we will see.
He's mentioned repeatedly that he likes to kiss, but he's also mentioned in his email something about "oral to perfection," which triggered something in my subconscious, but I can't put my finger on why that sounds so off.